Moments TogetherThat night we spent together -our bodies so tightwith hormones at flightwere moments I enjoyeddespite modest fright.Disguised attractionsilluminating my sight.Curiosity arisingwith everythingfeeling so pleasantly right.Moments tense with luscious lipsquestions arise deep inside.I question your actshoping I'm morethan a random fuck
Lights, Camera... ActionYour smile is like a Hollywood trenddisguised with truth and liesbut your body I do not despise.Your tender and built:your whole bodyis just so damn fine.Lights, camera, lets proceed to the action.Take a sip to ease the tension.When no ones lookinglets run together.Heartbeats jumpinghormones pumping.You ask me a questionwith a sharp, witted tongue.I answer with a self defining messagethat I want my way with you.Romantically soothing,you caress my movements.You hold me tight in front of the mirrorto show me beauty that you see amongst me.
Overly ObsessedEverybody is just so overlyobsessed with themselves.Always acting like someoneyou know theyre not.All too fake, it disgusts me away.Immaturity their dominant trait.Who are these people anyway?It makes me want to turn away;I want nothing to do with themif drama is all theyre about.I thrive for better things
I talk of better things
I live for better thingsI guess our personalitieswere made to clashbecause Im no actorand you're no scripter.I am who I am andI am fine with thatbecause I am most happybeing who I am.Your judgments mean nothingbecause words we have not sharedso to judge me is justyour character flare.
Beauty Seen WithinThere she stands on top of the ledgewith no hesitation, no delayshes not turning back on razors edge.Looking down, she thinks its her only hopethe only escape to this life shes forced to live.But there she stands with something in the waysomething in the way: her mind says gobut her body says no.There she stands on top of the ledgewith hesitation and delayshe sits down to catch her breathto recapture the moment and work up a rushA passerby catches her eye andsits down beside her, calm as can be.- - - - - - - - - - - ♥ - - - - - - - - - - -There on the ledge the pretty girl satKnowing the scenery all too wellno way in hell was I going to walk on by.So there I sat, next to her on the ledge.A few minutes passed and she looked up at mewondering why a stranger just suddenly stopped by.Looking her in the eye I smiled and said hi.She looked away and descends back in her sunken self.Suddenly a stranger sat down next to me.Oblivious a
Thought Process[phone operator] San Diego Psychiatric Health Alliance, Judy speaking...I dont really know what all to say and Im sure none of this is probably going to make any sense but ah, a friend of mine just passed away earlier today and I dont exactly understand how I feel. I mean, we all thought he was getting better then all of a sudden he was pulled away from all of us. At times I wonder if it was an angel that took him home from above because the feeling that week was surely warm but ah, everything around me now feels so lost and incomplete. Maybe its me. Maybe Ive lost all sense of reality. It's the question of why
Close To HomeThis hits too close to home for meI don't need reminders of the painIt lays inside; deep, hidden and despised.Hoping for all this to end tonightI'm here with you holding tight.