Free Me

Pull me to you and break my chains,
For a moment, free me from myself.
In this quiet cell there's no light
And I need help getting out.
Pull me to you and illuminate the dark,
Fight my fears? No, I do not need that help...
But in a moment's time I'll need the freedom,
So pull me to you and share the wisdom.

Summer Day

The best days I have are spent with you,
Laying on the grass in the sun motionless..
Time stays still and the wind is so soft,
The caress, the touch, and the feel is enough.

When

When I'm with you, dear
My self-control is pushed
Forced to reconsider
The boundaries I set.
When I'm with you, dear,
I struggle with myself
To find the strength
To keep myself in check.
When I'm with you, dear
You get me on my knees
And I beg myself
To give in to the need.
When I'm with you, dear
I feel myself begin
To become the better me
And silence the beast within.

Suppose

I suppose I could expose my soul to the world,
And like spineless jellyfish they would crowd around it...
Maybe they would forgive the messy aura that surrounds it...
Maybe they would expose the raw flesh beneath the skin
And open the wounds I've struggled so hard to keep locked.
I suppose I could offer my beating heart on a platter,
Add some salt on the wounds and move forward like I've always done...
Without feeling, without fear, without any desires.
Maybe they'd take a bite and send it back to the chef
And demand a refund for their wasted time.
I suppose I could show them what I am made of,
And pull out the cobwebs from within my veins...
Maybe I could stop the negativity they project
And save myself so simply by refusing to conform to their standards...
Perhaps I'd succeed in saving my soul.
I suppose I could allow them to see me as I am,
Uncensored and completely candid...
Maybe then one could find something worth it...
Worth the effort and the energy they extend to others.
Nah, I don't care.

I suppose I could do many things, to make the ignorant masses give a shit,
But at the end of the day I don't even care about the nonsense they say...
But I suppose I could try to say I'm okay.
Nah, they don't care.

Tear open my flesh and expose my beating heart,
Spill my blood upon the muddy ground,
Rip my eyes and cut my limbs from bone
And with my last breath I will tell you, dear...

You did not conquer me.

Darkness

In the darkness I would bear my soul for you to see
If I was sure, my dear, you would not run in fear...
I wonder, though, if there's something I'm missing,
Something I lack, perhaps?
In the darkness I surrender whole and as I am to you,
I'd fall upon my knees and hear your words...
But not for your approval nor would I submit
To something so trivial as your approval.
I'd ask for your thoughts but watch your step, my dear,
For the darkness commands and I have to listen...
Just like the devils in the stories or the dragons in the castles,
I have to go to and listen to my masters.

Will I?

Two rivers leave their mark upon ivory skin and doubtless negativity gives way to them...
The weakness in the knees will summon anything to guard my soul from him.
The angels at my side have turned away and all I ran to have betrayed my trust,
Upon my lips the rivers die and with their salt I try to lie to myself...
There's darkness inside, there's sadness inside, there's no hope
And in my loss I wonder if I'll find myself... if by some stretch I might be found...
And cared for, as I care for... unconditionally and without fear...
Without regret, without doubt, without worry...
If by some miracle I may be worthy of the beauty that is honesty and love.

Through You

Negative thoughts give way to tears
And acid spills upon my ivory cheeks.
I cant do anything while darkness overflows...
And in this twisted night I feel myself implode.
I feel the insecurities wrap themselves so tight,
I lost my breath, my dear, I lost my light...
If I could see me through your eyes, what would I see?
Would I see me as I am or a better me?
Would I see my flawless self, my alter ego, maybe?
Or would I see my flaws defined and all I hated?

For a Moment

When I can feel your heartbeat, time stands still
And for a moment, it's just the two of us.
There's no world around us, and nothing else exists,
The universe itself is a finite place.
Your hand in my hear brushes all the worries away
And for a moment, I'm as free as a bird.
My fantasies take flight and I soar through the sky
Leaving behind me, nothing but blue skies.
Your arms around me hide me from the world
And for a moment, I'm invisible, dear.
Nothing can touch me and I am tucked away
Safely stored in bliss until I'm pulled from grace.
Your eyes staring into my eyes gives me flight
And for a moment, I am petrified.
The shade with which they glow can light the night...
Provide the world with perfect light.
Your lips on my lips make my heart skip a beat
And for a moment, I flatline in your arms.
My heart stops in its place and I am still...
Perfect resonance with you and your sweet will.
Your skin on my skin sends me electricity
And for a moment, I'm quite alive.
My soul is resurrected from it's senseless sleep
Your soul near my soul banishes the loneliness
And for a moment, dear, I'm infinite.

Absolute

Short and to the point,
You are absolute...
The rhythm of your heart
Offers perfect refuge...
Keeps monsters away
It keeps the fear hidden.
You are infinite,
Surround me wholly ...
Engulf me as I am,
Consume me clearly...
Give me flight through flame
And endless passion....

Flight

All great writers spilled their love on paper
And when the ink dried, their love continued flowing
Through their veins and onto parchment paper...
And when those rivers dry bitterness ensues ,
All plans fall apart and they often conclude
That magic that blooms gives way to despair...
The brilliance of love strips the soul bare
For all to see and leaves behind it
Bitter darkness... acidic laughter,
Basic madness!

All writers open their soul with ink
Tapping themselves rhythmically on black and white keys...
Blood gives way to ink and veins are full...
Heartbeats quickly call to action infinite feelings of attraction
With which the writer spills the wonder
Of their feelings for another heart...
To another lover to consider.

All writers read another writer's soul
And with that soul in mind become whole...
I open my chest and expose my beating heart
For all to see and give my spirit flight.

Yours

When your fingers touch my skin my knees grow weak
And I surrender to your will in my entirety ...
I have no master, dear, but when you're so close to me
I can't help but give in to your curiosity. 
With your breath on my neck, I'm afraid to move...
And when you quietly whisper what you intend to do
All coherence leaves me and I just give in. 
When your fingers touch my skin ...
I surrender.
I am yours.