The HeroineShe's the type of girl you'd write aboutBecause everyone should at least once witness The chapter of a life Which revolves around planningWhen the next addicting kiss will come.In song she's my real-lifeFour Tops' Bernadette-Humming a beautifully contrasted dissonanceWith her fire-red hair and porcelain, softened skin.The chorus starts at the base of her neckAnd flows through emerald blood 'cross her chest.Her shoulders hold the breath she steals from weak lips,Leaving lungs empty with the simple silhouette in the doorframe.And she's also in a book,But instead of a damsel, she's a heroine Saving not the life of a rich man or a painter,But a nearly damned, forsaken girl.Every chapter describes the way her hairCan melt away the shackles,And teeth consume the agony,And tongue wash away the sins of a stranger's hateful touch.
Bucket ListMama always said to follow myDreams whenever they find meSo could you please allow me To walk you to your home?I pulled some magic over you,But I was under your spell,So no apologies will you hearUttered from snapped breaths.You are my bucket listI cross off Every day That I'm with you.And though I can't lie and sayThat I'm not so scared one day,You'll want somebody new,I'm glad today that I can sayI crossed off a date with you.You asked to steal a kiss;I told you "Absolutely not."You can borrow one for sure,But, thief, you'll have to give it back."Mama always said to follow myDreams whenever they find meSo many people think it's wrong for me to be usFor you to be usAnd well, I know they just can't understand The way that your brown eyes cure the hate in mine,Or how your voice can make mine crackOr especially the piece of me that leavesEach time my lips touch your red hair...You are my bucket listI cross off Every day That
.Always soothing.Unrealistic calming.My palms and elbow screamIn the night.On breath I'm stuckAbreast your touch;Naked, no armor,I'm empty.It burnt my tongueBut more grew back.It tainted my throat.It seared my chords.
Strawberry Poison StillHe won't show you loveBy pointing a gun to your lips.I shoot to remember your favorite milkshake flavor is strawberry,Just like your hair.He doesn't give you faith by sharpening blades.The cuts in you are so deep that they penetrate me,But I will heal yours until they're dull,If you can trust me.You lie awake at night, crying,While he sleeps with no shame,But it's okay, my love!I'm here to drag him away.His lips looked soft,But his tongue spewed poison,And I want to kiss you,Until I've sucked all the poison away.But with every solution lies conjoined several problems-Some with more issues than Cosmo or Lucky.I can keep then gun from shooting your mouth;I'm a shieldFrom which bullets split and ricochet,So he'll keep firing bullets.I can slice off his blades with my own quite sharp,Until he's dull,StillRemaining.I can suck his poison from your berry lips,But if my teeth graze yours,Even for a moment,I know my own poison will release...And I might be worseTh
I See the Glass Full of Water and AirEmotions do not exist.You may argue that you are elated,That an event excited you,But you are wrong.You could argue that a half-full glass is better,But darling,Try holding it up for more than a minute!Hold the glass in your right handFor a minute, a day, a week,And you will disagree.So, drop it.Exhilarated, yes you areAbout this cup so full,But of what?Is water the source of your happiness?Without water will you wither?But without air, will you prosper?You must make room for more!I am elated by my glassFull approximately twenty seven and two thirds percent,While I ship the rest in boxes to Africa.My glass may not be full,But I have made my “emotions”Vacant of all events but those in my control.This is how I “feel”,Just as I walk, run, or fly across a street.