i give you words
they are drenched with my emotions
and made with pure feeling

If if i was closer if i were smaller who knows what would happen misshapen and uninformed from the day…

so young,
so boastful on so many thousands a year
so damning of others
who have not done the same
with one steady but useless lover

the dark inside
it is taking me away
i think it happens everyday
it must be, in someway

a medicine for the pain
perhaps, a medicine for the sad
be there, with either silver or gold
do not shive and feel so old

it can be so hard to care
a person with flowers
could stand by your body
and we would still be missing hours

they say you are not worth it
not worth the soul you are imprinted on
here it comes again

the insecurity complex
a complex with many floors
many empty rooms
and many strange doors