I Miss You

Why do these eyes still see? Might they not be such disappointment? In this reflection bound to reflections deep, I stare into a void, might another fire again burn and spark the vigor of my soul? Or would it fall and smoke, as i choke it out, on the counterfeit conceptions i seek to hold? Was this trick a trick for me? Will i die before our eyes next meet? And would it be ok? Ive met no eyes that sooth me so, Let me die and let them go.

Im a cold statistic

I'm just another stupid boy, One who liked to fuck you, One who tried to love you, I'm just a rank within a file. Just another deceiving trick, That happened to be naive, I quietly pushed and watched you step, watched you get up and leave, but stood idly bye and counted tears now bound to crying, I'm just a liar and a politician. I'm just another one that wouldn't listen.

My Heart Has Grown Fond Of This

With skillful grace,
You confront the hallows of my soul,
Always careful to tread lightest.
The soft envelopment of your poise,
Is a welcome dance upon my senses,
You afford me a lesson.
Tempted once more,
Ill yearn for bountiful fruit,
My heart has grown fond of this.

Good Morning Little School Girl

i would revel in your splendor,
to again dance upon your skin,
and succumb to your intentions,
in warm and instinctive embrace,
let you meet me the friendlier,
i have something i want to show you.

Easy Like Night Or Day

As the night recedes,
The warm glow of circumstance will soon come rushing in,
As this tangle hastens in its uncoupling,
I will often think of you,
Smiling into recollections,
Ill embrace the day,
The night in which we toil will meet me soon again.

To Lie With You Once More.

Hold this in your hand,
And don't be afraid,
Smile,
You see now,
Constraints suddenly shift,
And reveal there insignificance,
Breathe deeper,
You are free,
Smile,
Let Her Go.