Those once in a lifetime meetings
They change you then they're gone...

For each of you, my bed holds a different meaning
First...

Heartache creeps to touch my shoulder
Turn me round and force his way inside...

With that one thought running through your mind
And your head moves too fast to shake it out...

I could tell the world all of my secrets
But not one could pass my lips in front of you...

What am I waiting for? Somebody tell me.
Am I waiting for your eyelashes to bat at mine...

I am a brutal poet
For my heart still wants what it can't have...

"The feather enters your mouth..."
Our tears...

A page marked with lines, waiting to be filled
With the words of a liar who tries to be true...

How I wish that I'd hear your stones thrown at my...
How it haunts my dreams that you'd never do this...

You let me do my jigsaw
Knowing there are pieces in your hand...

Picture perfect
You want to be picture perfect...