MysteryGirl
02-07-2014, 10:51 PM
You were a child then
No one ever changed
our winters with
little thrills to make
my fingertips
tremble.
Only You
If I told you
my cum was made
of strawberry ice cream
would you bend over
backwards
for a taste
of love?
Brianna
You held the door
open for me, so I
could exit your
life.
And they say
chivalry is dead.
Echoes of California
I’m sorry that no one told you
that this world is cold and cruel
and there are few people
willing to hold
your hand through it
so, some days,
you have to hold your own.
Simple Pleasures
I’m reaching out and falling forwards
for someone who helps me breathe.
Little Sister
I’m not sure how
but you always had a way
of saying things
with your mouth that I
could never figure out
in my head,
but truly meant
in my heart.
I love you
Push your knuckles deep inside my
borderline.
It’s not enough to have your breath
shaking.
Say it again. One more time. With less
tension.
Lean in for a secret
The truth is, no one is going to appreciate art
unless they can relate
So, go easy on the words
and go hard on your heart.
In the backseat
Life moves.
So, when we were little
We looked outside our windows
and out of the windshield,
We readied ourselves.
For everything speeding
past
when someone else’s hands
were on the wheel.
Let me in
Anger shakes
the ice inside of me.
Threatens to break
everything I’ve worked up
in the last five years.
It threatens to open me up
and expose the truth
for what it really is;
and always was.
It tells me that there’s a devil inside,
warm and inviting,
knocking on the door of my heart.
Pistol Whipped
I’m not man enough to be human,
so I’ve been hiding behind this mask made
of black and white feathers and when people
assume that I’m different, I’m glad.
Because I don’t think I could own up
to a race so contradictory as yours.
I don’t think I could believe
in angels
and devils
and friends in your backseat
and gossip magazines.
I don’t think I could believe
in a God
or a Satan.
Or myself.
No one ever changed
our winters with
little thrills to make
my fingertips
tremble.
Only You
If I told you
my cum was made
of strawberry ice cream
would you bend over
backwards
for a taste
of love?
Brianna
You held the door
open for me, so I
could exit your
life.
And they say
chivalry is dead.
Echoes of California
I’m sorry that no one told you
that this world is cold and cruel
and there are few people
willing to hold
your hand through it
so, some days,
you have to hold your own.
Simple Pleasures
I’m reaching out and falling forwards
for someone who helps me breathe.
Little Sister
I’m not sure how
but you always had a way
of saying things
with your mouth that I
could never figure out
in my head,
but truly meant
in my heart.
I love you
Push your knuckles deep inside my
borderline.
It’s not enough to have your breath
shaking.
Say it again. One more time. With less
tension.
Lean in for a secret
The truth is, no one is going to appreciate art
unless they can relate
So, go easy on the words
and go hard on your heart.
In the backseat
Life moves.
So, when we were little
We looked outside our windows
and out of the windshield,
We readied ourselves.
For everything speeding
past
when someone else’s hands
were on the wheel.
Let me in
Anger shakes
the ice inside of me.
Threatens to break
everything I’ve worked up
in the last five years.
It threatens to open me up
and expose the truth
for what it really is;
and always was.
It tells me that there’s a devil inside,
warm and inviting,
knocking on the door of my heart.
Pistol Whipped
I’m not man enough to be human,
so I’ve been hiding behind this mask made
of black and white feathers and when people
assume that I’m different, I’m glad.
Because I don’t think I could own up
to a race so contradictory as yours.
I don’t think I could believe
in angels
and devils
and friends in your backseat
and gossip magazines.
I don’t think I could believe
in a God
or a Satan.
Or myself.