too good to be true

You always hear about people
who can't sleep because they're
just so in love.
I never believed in that.
I thought it was bullshit.
And then I fell in love with you.
Now, I really can't sleep.
I can't get you out of my head.
All I think about is the next time
I can see your beautiful face again.

Everything about you feels so unreal.
It feels like I don't even deserve you.
Maybe I don't.
You're a million times better than me.
I love you more than I love myself.
And that's a lot!

Whats worth it...

How can i stay?
When i know you're going to hurt me so?
How am i supposed to know i'm special?
The only one?
Can i even trust you?
When do i know it's enough?
When my heart beats so fast when i see you,
Touch you,
Kiss you.
When will it hurt?
How much will it hurt?
.......Will it be worth it?

Thought of you

I look up at the starry sky
And wonder if you do the same,
My face lights up wit a smile
Wen all I do is utter ur name.

Tenacious are my thoughts of you,
You begin to fill my every sight;
Your face lingers in my dreams too,
I wish the same happens tonight.

Every passing hour and day
Speaks of ur absence felt,
Craving to see a glimpse of you
Enough to make my heart melt.

Why not spend such moments then?
Our days in goodness shall be spent,
I've been chosen to be the blessed
Cos you're my damsel, from heaven sent.

Down to hell

She strokes with thighs of polished silk
Her lover, to finish him off;
If she had birthed, he'd drink her milk.


Her glistening flesh he's famished for,
Her musky sex is poised to please;
He's raised her up upon her toes,
Making her beg him, finish please!


Her clothes fall down at his soft touch
From him, she's always craving more-
And avarice avails her much.


This hunger feeds the paler flesh,
That's hid by lace, but thinly veiled;
Don't make us choose, when it comes to this:
We'd gladly go on down to hell..

What is hunting me...

Everyday I walk on through
Putting a smile upon my face
Talking to others... but not revealing
For all they see... is the person I am not
For on the inside... all I feel is afraid
Not trusting my vision... to what I see
Are they there? ... Are they really real?
Or are they illusions... made up from my mind?
Everywhere I go... Everything I do
These THINGS... they always seem to find me
No matter how much I try to hide and run
They always find me
Haunting me and haunting me
Showing no sign of leaving
Just an evil look upon these things face
I cringe in fear... in fear of what these things
Will do to me...
How do I escape THESE HAUNTING'S?