your beautiful words can't soothe me
even if i've waited years for those words
to dance from your mouth
the torment of another day
loomes beyond our control
as your fragrance becomes one with the air
not knowing what 24 hours holds is worse
than the knowledge gained in letting go
your face is worth 1000 words
your picture just gives me the sting of 1000 paper cuts
on my already caged tongue
you stabbed me in the back
of what seems like the center of all that i am
please remove the knife now
the infection there-in can finish the job
you're only pretty while your walking away
fuckin' gorgeous with your legs in the air
you're simply nothing when your fragrance becomes one with the air
you're simply nothing when beautiful can't describe you
you're not full of good traits and stalking you
isn't fun when you give in...
you win