Art, You TeaseYou are that piece of art
The one stuck in our minds
Your body is the empty canvas
That sits there taunting artists
"Paint me into being, color in my heart.
Bring this dream to life,
don't let this work stay white."
You want attention constantly
Demanding that you're there
The haunting blankness of your page
Makes us hide in fear
"I am what you make of me.
Take up the pen and mark my lines,
Fill me with your song."
And one day when we're not looking
Suddenly you're gone.
No Longer a HomeGuarded House with steel-tight gates
Covered in vines, and broken dreams
Your paint once told of better days
No longer kept by those you sheltered
Forever weary of all new lovers
18 Years Agoi.
18 years ago
you touched me
16 years ago
14 years ago
I finally told on you
was all I heard
until I willingly was touched
till I was calm
I'm still waiting for a time
when I can truly let him love me
I never did confront you
for those 18 years of pain
And the years that are to follow
until I can really let someone in
You Must Be MistakenCome on what have you got to lose?
When it happened you only crawled inside yourself to hide
So how can it touch you?
There's nothing wrong with ignoring the pain
Don't let it cripple you
It was so long ago
when everything changed
Stop holding on to it
Just let it go
Perhaps it was mostly imagined
and you're throwing around blame
based on a broken memory
Time has a way of clouding and changing the things that happen
So how do you know if you remember correctly?
Could it all be some dream?
This shared reality
This deep pain
WhoreSo this is the word you felt you had to write
This is the word you want etched on my skin
A badge to declare to the entire world
That I am The Number One Whore
You've marked my mind
When you wish it was my body
Some how you feel I deserve this crime
Your wish was to wound me
To make tears flow
But your ignorance is funny
My smile is all I'll show
Love ThiefIf you love me I will sing to you
the words that aren't mine to give
For you I would steal all the good things
and break the bounds of morality
to show that you are special
and whole inside me