an ugly beast

and ugly sins

with ugly thoughts that lie within

an ugly voice

such crooked teeth

an evil smile, draws in deep

with fragile lies

intriguing smiles

they'll stay, he feels loved for a while

till ugly beast

with ugly sins

comes and rips them from within

the goose hunt long

and daunting, still

it's better yet just being killed

by the ugly beast

with ugly sins

and all the ugly stuck ...

eyes comb through his hair as my fingers one day shalt

a feeling wished upon every clover

every candle

every shooting star

with a hope of one day hearing my name through

lips, well equainted with every part of my dying body

to feel confidence, "beautifuls" no longer feel as fibs

yet it shalt stay as a desire

"in time" i hear yet yearn to understand,

as time's too shallow, waiting to wash upon his...

i wish i was pretty

so i could talk to a man

without feeling like

he wishes i was tan

or thinner

or shorter

or didn't play bass

well i'm quitting now

will you fit in that space?

why do men built from heaven

and carved out of stars

be unable to love

someone so large

of love and affection

chalant, patience, grace

cuz i won't quiet down

settle down, have less haste

i'm not one to talk

i'm the one...

the word perfection

an unachievable faith, most say

the distrust seeping through those

lips, never fully embracing the beauty of mother nature

green sorrow raining down the willow

lake fallen fast into the horizon, blending with the ever-blue sky

soft petals blooming, one day to seeds once again

we may be no different from that purity

destined to return where we have once came

here solely for c...

lips spoken wrong

forever sorrows, late night regrets

words that never fully escaped the cage of greed

"oh and I" "what about me"

only after, realizing

others need to be seen...

touching hands and fingertips,

yearning to be lip to lip

knee on hip,

thigh on thigh, this is how

i'd like to die.

breathing slow,

nice, relaxed

though my heart will pump so fast

philia, still so true

i wouldn't mind something new...

a blockage down the poor

pigs throat,

the chyme can't hold,

she lets it go,

it's cleansing

as it's lipstick for her tongue

though, it happens

once a day

as nourishment

shalt be portrayed,

and moderation

never takes a stand

it brings you peace,

to be released

no longer feeling

underneath

the pinkish skin,

thats puffy as can be

it will come back,

as time will tell

the eating starts,

then down t...