Megan, 22 lutego 2012
My heart might have had a beat once long ago
Perhaps I lost it, now feeling like the only dunce of the show
While I let your words bless me with their grace
My ignorance took the best of me, and from that I have an unsettling expression on my face
Can I laugh for you tonight in hopes that the only funny isn't me
Brighten up my ever shining world of daylight by bringing humor to set these feelings free
Can I have your hands roaming over my soul as the moon goes down
Will you wake me from the deadly fantasies, you being my number one clown
Can I feel your skin on mine like the sun that provides my daylight
Will you be the drug I use to kill myself; overdose by using you as my high
Can I smile for you tonight, instead of being stuck with the usual feelings that I tend to hide
My veins travel throughout my body in a subconscious cycle, leaving the rhythm of my heartbeat like a blue suicide
Will you make me happy inside and out, unlike that twisted smiley face
Will you caress my heart when you bring me back from that dirty place
Can I lean on you like like the clouds in the sky
Will you be the moon, every night rising to take me high
Will you be the food I eat to feel less empty
Will you help me; push me to the surface like the waves of the sea
Will you heal my wounds in attempt to feel my pain
Or you hurt my heart to feel alive again
Will you be my friend like the ones that made my hat
Will you be the spit in my face that they do ruthlessly spat
Will you be there when the mirror in the sky is broken
Will you be there when I'm willing to let my heart open up
Will you take me high like the kite fly with ease
Will you be the wind beneath the wings that I got from the trees
Will you take me high like the blunt did so long ago
Will you take me high when I'm at my lowest low
Megan, 22 lutego 2012
I want you to dance with me
Get in rhythm don't miss a beat
Help me make music for you
Cleanse my dirty mind with your naughty groove
I want you to moan with me
Kiss my heart with your lonesome delicacy
I want you to work those hips
Push yourself hard inside these lips
I want to dance with you
Push my body, my sweat, my hands against you
I want to love you
Push my mind, my soul, make my heartbeat push and shove you
I want my moving body to hold you
My blood rushing to form and mold with you
I want you to take my hand
Will you have this last dance
Megan, 22 lutego 2012
The rod that you forcefully push inside of me makes me feel claustrophobic
You push a massive throbbing object inside closing, constructing walls
Everything is slippery and I can hardly move around
Everything I see, smell, and feel is just you getting closer and closer to the thing that was hidden beneath seemingly innocent an wet panties
The things you say make me feel suffocated
It's lust mixed with venom and hate
You take me like a savage and you leave me feeling empty and torn in half
My and your emotions emanate around the room as if I were apart of your experimental art piece
My hurt with your passion is the perfect mix to fit your desire for more of what you can get every time you see a women
Your words hurt my benign soul
I feel more worthless than any other day of the week
I feel like the piece of gum stuck on your shoe as you walk
I'm stuck to you as you are to me, but still you see the better half of the world
I see the steps of others, crevices of empty dirtiness
Soon enough I'll be released from you and you'll go on your way and forget the time that you stepped all over me
Megan, 19 lutego 2012
You walk around in your suits
Dust all over your boots
Silent but deadly
Bullets in the air is your medley
Hindsight better than mine
Snappy when the time is right
Each moment is ever more surreal
So at you`re feet I should kneel
So as I pretentiously stand before you
Shake my hand, I implore you
You don`t know how you`ve influenced me
You make me smile, you make me insouciance.
Megan, 19 lutego 2012
The most artistic thing is sex
It`s piece is so complex
Moving and touching
Thinking of nothing
Just making sounds
Your bodies are bound
When you`re with him/her
You`re making a picture
The thing you both want
When you make it you will faunt
You will now be driven
By the child that you have been given
It`s such a pleasant surprise
As you raise your head`s to the skies
Another thing that you are gaining
Is a beautiful painting.
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