Razor Burn

as you walk away from me
I feel the acid
sink into my flesh.
the sweet citrus
beginning to sting,
wearing away at my veins
seeping into my wounds.

when you spoke,
I heard nothing.
the only sound now,
comes from my wrist,
as the orange juice
(spilt from my trembling hand)
burns into my fresh
razor burn.

Last Saturday Night

I don't need a guy.
Really, I don't even want one,
Or at least I didn't...
But guess who met me last Saturday night!?
Thats right!

He met me out back the store last Saturday night.
I stepped out and before I knew it
he had his arms around me.
Now that was the last thing that I expected
...from anyone at this point.
So, you see, he about got himself smacked,
but I realized who had me.
How sweet a soul.

We had dinner that night,
and went for a stroll.
It was the last thing I would have planned,
but he had surprised me.

The last thing I would have expected
Turned into one of the greatest
...of all time.
When he surprised me with that ring,
last Saturday night.

Sweetness

Sweetness is so very sweet,
Yet, it sometimes has such a bitter taste.
It hands you the world,
...and on a silver platter at that.
But I never wanted this treatment,
I wanted to earn the world
on my own accord.

Sweetness treats you so very well,
as though you are fragile
...in every aspect of this world.
Sweetness looks up to you
from down below your pedestal.

Sweetness is so sweet,
...so sweetly sickening,
like devouring to many sweet chocolates
in such a short time.

Light

Light is our guiding factor.
We look to the sun
for guidance in the day.
We look to the stars
for guidance in the night.
We look to the Son
for guidance in the worst of times.

I Was There

I was there when the call rang
I was there when the tears fell
I was there when the knees buckled
I was there

"Daddy had a heart attack"
Was all she could say.

I'm Not What You Want

Things tend to end how they began.
I'm sure this will be the same.
Slowly, cautiously, lots of thought on your part,
Very little on mine.
Desperation and Apathy. Longing, and
Not giving a [care].

I'm not what you want.
I don't want a serious relationship
I'm not ready for commitment just yet,
And I'm not into 'puppy love.'
I'm really not what you want.
I don't like to be touched,
I don't trust,
No, I won't kiss you
- My kisses are special,
- And so am I.
I know it; you better know it.
Respect me, pay attention to me,
Don't worship me, Don't touch me!

You care about me.
I care about your feelings.
You flutter as you touch me,
I cringe as I am touched.

You think you can explain it...
I don't want you to; just listen.

I've Written Them All Now

Passion. Envy. Hatred.
I feel as though
all the emotions
I could want to express
I have already poured out
Out onto my paper.

Once you've written one,
You've written them all.
Say the same things over again,
Only this time switch the words.

"I love you."
"I hate you."
What really is the difference?
I am on your mind constantly either way.