I Can Show You, What He Could Never Give You (W.I.P)

My fists clench with a force to crush diamonds themselves
When I hear that testimony utter from your lips
Could it really be so, during the age of information?
That inexperienced young minds could confuse that for love?
When he picks apart petrol station oaks to commemorate a landmark
When he leaves you frowning on the mattress on valentine nights
When he keeps positive vocabulary for ransom to keep you on his level
It’s gonna be a while till I pick my jaw from the floor

Oh my sherbet clad confectionery delight
Just itching to be taken home from the seaside stand
I’m not here to lug my bottom on cider stained leather
Advertising my self, by reading you my credentials
Point out every young pretty thing standing at the bar
Whom I’ve seen the very joints in their cheeks come apart
As they attempt to articulate the serge of electrons
I’ve conducted through their very forms
That would be rather crass of me to say here and now

I want you to take a shot into the unknown
I want you to open the ribs in your chest
To take a chance on the unfamiliar
To open your eyes to a world past a single body
Did he ever run his fingers through your hair?
Did he ever scrape his jaw against your neck?
To get the engines to warm up?
To get you in the mindset to make the offer yourself?

I doubt he had neither the time nor the care honey
Scrubbed the plaque of his choppers in math class
And left you for dead underneath his desk
That’s not love dear, that’s being picked apart by the wolves
I can bow down at your feet, the second I see your shadow cast
I wouldn’t just get the feeling back in your feet
I can make sure the feeling pours from your very sockets
You just don’t know it yet my princess

The Most Romantic Reaction

Found this little cheesy number I wrote when I was 18, thought i’d share it with ya’llz, I think I posted this once then deleted out of shame, fear and more shame, but then I thought y’know… don’t forget where you came from yo yo

Bring me down slowly to the structures of old
A barren ally wasteland to avoid the coming cold
With objectives to make the truth to me clear
Inching ever closer to a scheme to pry on fear

Tear down the image of your dame
Due to the lack of intentions to tame
Now she’s on her claim to fame
Any ideals you had hath been slain

Distruaght by the truth, nothing short of bruised, and rather confused
Questioning what it is i’m now supposed to do
She closes in and, wisper so softly
‘You don’t need to witness this foley’
And i just know, she could be the one to save me

No please don’t go
Settle down, Take a seat
Wrap yourself in my image
And please stay with me

Now just remeber what your mother told you son
Their are rules and things that simply cannot be done
But now the push has come to shove time to take your turn
Prehaps after caving in you could tell her what you learned

The plot thickens and i think ‘it’s great’
Victims to perpetraitors in seconds stright
A twinkle in the eye hints at the sin
How could we ever explain were we’ve been?

‘Don’t blame yourself’ She states as she straifs in, ever so closer
We’re millimeters away from commiting the ultimate sin
Dispite what you have been told by many
Thoese rules seem so unesscercy
I’ve never felt so close and yet so far

No please don’t go
Hold on now, Take my hand
Wrap yourself in my image
And please come home with me

T.M.R.R MXXIII

The very marrow has been ripped from my bones
The nerves in my head have been shot
Can’t you see I’m in need of your attention
You’ve never seen eyes so pathetic from behind the glass of the classics

An agent sent down by god to keep your crosshairs on me
To nail my feet to the brickwork for a second time
You’d forgive me for believing in divine apparitions
When you give me that look from behind the beacon of your phone

You’ve seen me as a soulless wreck
You’ve seen me as a vengeful soldier
You’ve seen me as a heartless monster
And yet you still stick around

Oh darling you won’t hear me complaining at all
Especially when you shake the scrabble board
By brushing on my shoulder like that
I know this time round we’ll be playing the robbers, but I don’t mind
It’s like you said ‘What’s the need for sonnets
When you have an incendiary grenade?’
I hope you’ll forgive me for this one my dear
But it’s getting hard to hide my grin

The last time you took my visage, you embraced it and ran
But for the sequel I hope you’ll be wearing it the next morning