SPEAK UP
He got between your legs Throbbed to the ends And all he cared about was his needs And felt the fame and fun between your
LET IT HURT
Embrace the break-up and think all through Look at your life and wonder what will ever work Try and never quite at all Work on
SUGAR PLUM
My sweet American bee The player to my drums from Africa My love,sweeter than honey in tea My Chinese panda from Beijing Please,take of not
TOTAL RECALL
Took a slide down memory lane, And it was beautiful, I recalled The times I was raised, The days we were excited to run out
NOT A MATCH
Don’t worry about me,ok Tomorrow is coming, Don’t think about me much, We don’t even match an inch. For now let’s talk, Let walk through
DEPRESSION
She kept smoking twenty cigarettes all at a time She sat on a crate full of Guinness All her hair puffed up in marijuana smokes
TIME IS UP
In that hour before dawn, When the night is darkest Death blows by… Spreading its ice cold fingers to collect the souls that are its
REDEEMING SIN
Lewd, we both appear Lain across the floor, tangled in a mess of raw sexuality Everyone of his kisses leaving my soul tattered, seeking solace
SECOND CHANCE.
I write from a bruised heart, I write of the days of my hurt, A pen to pin the art, The art of my life
