Words Spoken

“Darling, that dress has always looks better on the floor,”
I know, I think. That’s why I wore the dress.
But you already figured me out, there’s that knowing look in your eyes.
Selfishly, I crave your attention. Dress my self up and put me on display for all to see.

“Oh baby girl, look at how you smile in the light,
Dressed in your Sunday best, with thoughts of your dirty Saturday night,”
Your words dance around my brain as your fingers trace my thigh.
The lace seemingly out of place against my skin.

“It’s easy to play a saint among sinner, with a lover a beautiful as the fallen angel,”
I say, and you smile then, like I finally said something that made sense.
This is hardly the place to succumb to such desires, I know,
But it’s hard to think when you look at me that way.

“Why don’t we get outta here, have an adventure all our own?”
You’re standing before I finish the though, tripping to get to the car.
Adrenaline always ran high in lovers actually in love,
As our bodies desperately seeking relief among the flirting touches and caresses.

a force of nature

Look at the white lights that dance upon the waters edge,
Reflected in your tired eyes, they appear and disappear with ever blink.
They say the feelings and desires are here to stay, yet once the ripples subside,
You’re gone like a ghost lost in the mist, faded in the waters surface.
We will never be the same as the night we found each other,
Fresh and free with wide-eyes, innocent in so many ways;
Just as the sun will never shine less than when the moon dangles in its sky,
We fade into each other, bleeding and sinking into a never-ending horizon.
But time has a funny way of altering everything we once found comfort in,
And our routines are bound by the nature of an ever-changing universe.

This feeling is meant to be natural and beautiful and pure,
Yet I can never seem to cling to the feeling others openly praise,
Perhaps it is thanks to you, a force of nature upon my sheltered mind and heart,
Perhaps, it is thanks to a careful upbringing, lacking sunlight and growth,
But I suppose we will never be able to pin the blame on one thing alone.
Just as the weather is constantly shifting,
Altering the landscapes that it wreaks havoc on,
We clashed and raged as two natural disasters only could,
Each hoping to out damage the other, a game neither would win.

Trying to move this mountain is proving more difficult than we thought,
We had always been arrogant, believing us to be greater than what we were.
Oh pride, what have you turned us into.
And the ghost that once haunted me each moonless night,
Has become our shadow, trapped in the peak of the sun,
Steady and calm, fatal in its underestimation.

So we find each other in every turmoil and façade,
Waiting for the other to cave and be consumed,
But if there is anything we have learned over the years,
It is to keep our horizons clear when we have each other in our sight
For the twisters and thunderous storms that come from our unions have proven to be
catastrophic in more ways than one

My Timeless Memory

If tonight it all we have left, drink one more bottle of wine with me,
And lets dance under the light of a star filled sky,
With the moon following in our footsteps, pulled by gravity,
Holding each other for whatever we are worth at that moment.
As our hearts flutter in sync, in time, with the music of the night,
Let us not dwell on the sorrow of goodbyes and last impressions.
Forever seems so far away when you’re in my arms,
So lets stop the clock and hold our promises to the hour’s hand,
As it stalls a minute past eternity, lingering on the 12 o’clock hour.

I’ve only got a second until you fade in front of me,
And our timing had never been in sync with our hearts desires,
But we made the best of a fucked up game of chance,
Coming out with so much more than we could have hoped.
By now, time is wondering what we have stolen from it,
(Because time is only important when it’s running out)
And she is vengeful thing, holding onto dying wishes and stolen breaths.
So goodbye to you, my timeless memory,
A lover, a friend, an enemy torn from the depths of my heart,
This is our final song; know that we made the best of it, and
Maybe one day we can dance on the moon without the fear of gravity pulling us apart.

Oh, little girl

There once was a little girl, who the world thought of,
The one on every sympathy card, the one stashed under every bed,
She was someone’s everything, and everyone’s something,
Forever immortalized by the feelings of sinners and damned alike.
She longed for things outside of what fate had predestined,
But, the stars never aligned for just any mortal soul,
So she waited and contemplated, tracing those balls of light with her lips,
Never knowing that her fate had long been sealed on the promise of a stolen kiss.

Little girl, what happens to you when you’re no longer someone’s first choice?
Please, call the masses among the buried to rise up like a phoenix from the ashes,
Sign your name in blood on the dotted line,
For that’s the only truth you have left to your name.
Once you’ve committed you’ll never realize you’re chained,
Until you long for freedom beyond the bars
And the beauty of an open sky beyond the ground.

Little girl, sweet, delusion little girl,
Pray on your knees all you like, the angels have no ear for sinners,
Maybe if you tried a little harder, the winged folk would bless you with an audience,
But what kind of audience would be granted? Sweetie, that has yet to be determined,
So let’s force you to your knees once more,
After all, don’t sinners love to be buried under the pleasure of humiliation?

Little girl, were you always afraid to feel so deeply?
To act on the very things that forces their way into the darkest parts of your heart,
Perhaps that was your only way of coping with the horrors you’d be faced with,
Locking your heart up with the rest of that sensitive soul,
But, you know that those souls are the best served with false redemption,
So say goodbye to your demons, for Hell has no use for mortal made sins,
And sink to your knees once more, the best sight for the angels to see is a demon repenting for the sins that aren’t their own,
Let’s us hope, dear little girl, that your sacrifice proves worthy to the Gods above,
For I’ve never heard of a demon turned angel based of wishful thinking alone.

The Trouble with Angels

The trouble with angels, my dear,
Is the question; how hard have they fallen for you to find one? Trapped on Earth
Down, down, down they fall. Losing their grace with every wilted feather,
Stranded with only the knowledge of something better, trapped,
Within the bounds of heavenly law, only to find temptations all around,
Oh darling, that’s immortality, wrapped pretty in red and around every corner.

The trouble with love, my dear,
Is the thoughts and emotions that complicate a complex feeling.
To give myself away with so little a risk I thought I’d once take,
But the fall from grace and how easily the unforgiving were cast out,
Makes me think otherwise. What a silly feeling love has been known to be.
If love is suppose to be a nameless, beautiful divine thing,
Why are we all damned for fighting wars over her?

The trouble with you, my dear,
Is how easy I find myself drawn to you, with that body and those eyes,
Pulling me in with every smile and drawn out lullaby,
I can’t decide how good you’ll be for me, but lets have fun trying to figure it out.
Let’s take our time exploring the seven sins, some more than once,
Drag me down to you, and I’ll sing praises and hymns from between your legs,
Make me see the stars as the angels once did, unfiltered and raw,
So love me now, or never, the choice is yours,
But know that a fruit so forbidden is bound to be rotten in some ways.
And this war we’ve waged on our hearts, let us put them to good use,
Tongues clashing, fingers gripping hard; prove to me that love is physical and real.
Only once we crash into the Earth as the angels did, can we rise to the heavens,
Sinful and satisfied from the Earthly pleasures we chose to explore.

i sway

I sway,

Singing the melody and lyrics out of tune,
But they speak to me,

And I can’t stop myself from feeling the moment,
The words caress me,
Trapping me in a time that reminds me too much of what I had,
What I lost,
What I wished I had still,

And there you are,
Lingering in the light,
So I can never see your face,
Hidden in the shadow of you,

I sway,

No longer seeing anything,
My blurred eyes and staggering moves leave many wondering,
I move, and hold you close,
In my thoughts,
Because I can never touch you for long,

Until the shadows swallow you and I’m left dancing with myself.

fallen amongst us sinners

So beautiful to me,
Blinded by the light that radiated from you,
Blind, maybe that’s the reason,
Maybe that’s why I thought you an angel,
Before the fall,
Because you spilled words like wine,
Smooth and intoxicating
I’m drunk on the very idea,
Tell me more,
I’m leaning in, eager to catch the sins that fall from your lips,
Tantalizing,
I’ve fallen,
For such gorgeous eyes,
Shrouded by your lies, the tales that are able to be strung by your words,
So eager to lean in, I fell right into your fires,
Burning, I smile as I light up,
Embers and ashes falling from my smile,
I’m happy to be with you, so beautiful, so corrupted,
I never feel the burn.

he used to tell me he loved me…

He used to tell me he loved everything about me,
Used to tell me I was the one made to please him,
Give him the future he deserved to have,
Under a microscope of pressure and hatred out of his own control,
(Because that would mean he was cable of more than that,
And my heart can’t heal knowing he was capable of loving things but me).

He used to shower me with an odd type of affection,
Left me drowning in it,
Never able to surface without his help, and his love,
Not truly loving behind prying eyes,
But just enough for those eyes to be fooled,
Seeing something they thought they saw.
And perhaps this needed to be said,
Needed to be felt so I could learn what love is and isn’t,
But I wish life didn’t have to prove us wrong is some many hurtful ways for us to get the
message,
Because then my heart wouldn’t have to bend and break so many times
Until I can’t recognize it,
Its cracks and missing pieces making up a shadow,
Hollow in its form but I still carry the weight as though it were with me now.

Sometimes it’s okay to be lonely, trust in how my heart never clung to yours,
It’s okay to need the space and let myself be alone,
Because it could have saved me a lot of heartbreak and scars,
Or at least teach me the way love should and shouldn’t be,
So maybe, just maybe I should thank him.
Because he used to tell me he loved me, possessive and lovely and capable of a lot more
hurt and nurture,
But he taught me to grow, to accept the things I can’t change,
To look for the ones I can,
And never let the heart be fool by pretty words and blind affection.

glass ball

Repeated again and again,
Torn between breaking the glass,
Or tracing its outline,
Scared to interrupt the fragility of it all,
Afraid it will shatter the mess of us,
But…
I can’t make up my mind,
I’m torn, between the obvious road,
And the path that I know my feet are already turned toward,
A place I can’t revisit,
I’ve been there too many times,
And the outcome never changes,
Though I love to fool myself into thinking it will,
Put you on repeat, in the back of mind,
And I hope the song will skip,
Shutter and fall silent in my head for just a little while,
If only to give me chance to think within your globe,
But that glass ball holds more than just a shaken memory,
And I will never be free,
Trapped inside the glass ball, screaming high enough to see the cracks,
Yet nothing can break apart the addiction you’ve caught me in…

Well-Rounded Sin

I’m coming for you my dear temptation; your prayers have yet to be answered.
I want all your love and sex laid before me tonight,
And then I will ignite the deepest of lust and sensual desire.
So let me show you just want this carnal obsession feels like,
And teach you the ways Queens like to be touched,
Ways that make me moan, scream, and sing your praises.
You want me baby come and get me, but only if you dare.

Does a woman like me make you nervous?
All mouth and sass and confidence—that makes you drop to your knees,
A goddess to show you the proper way to worship a woman you’re infatuated with.
So come and tastes the sins that are waiting at the bottom on my lips
And I’ll show you just what a devotee like you deserves underneath my hips,
Watch as you drown in ecstasy, shaking from just the right touch,
Drawn out by moans and prayers to a God you no longer believe in.

So take me to church and I’ll sacrifice you on an alter meant for pagans,
Let me watch you worship a deity known only by men,
Can you handle the emotion that comes from the joining of a sinner and saint?
Come for me and let the passion flow through you fingers, and tongue,
Take me by the neck and show me just how serious your invocations are,
Only then will I bare my throat and submit to your wills.

You just can’t keep your hands off me, my body lite by the tiniest of sparks,
Who knew a boy like you could make me blush?
My undoing laced in between the dirty little secrets you whisper in my ear,
Caught in the motions your fingers make beneath the sheets,
You take me all the way; don’t take the easy route down,
And for you, my mouth will unfold all the pretty tricks and admiration it knows.
You, I must confess, have become my favorite sin, wrapped in sex and longing.
For how can a goddess be worshiped without ill bent intentions and well rounded sin?