From Behind a Cloud

The Top of the Bottom

2010-06-16T19:54:00.000-05:00

she is hanging onto the top of the bottom
suspended above flourishing strands of bubbles
this place is a dream-like whisper of reality
and she has it all to herself

She sees cascades of monotony above
and a strong light below, flickering, as if inviting her to leave this
sanctuary

this is what she's been waiting for
finally, with one last wink
she drifts to the bottom of the bottom
never to return

Sunlit Fantasies

2010-04-24T09:44:00.000-05:00

A Truthful Path

For many years now
I have walked the golden path
Some say it leads to justice
Others claim it ends in a waving flag of freedom
But, who cares about the result anyway?
I do it for the journey, because the path speaks to me
The colorful, understanding bricks pull me out of a life of concrete grey
As sweat glistens on my chin
and the sun casts yellow puffs of light
the road winks up at me
recalling my fantasy to life

--

A Note

You crept up to me
I placed the note in your hand
Its secret fluttered

Four Haikus Describing My Heart

2010-04-17T20:08:00.000-05:00

An Honest Truth

In my honest mind
We're all the same walks of life
But my heart has eyes

--

Wanderer

Like a runaway
I wander to meet my fate
My heart drags behind

--

Love's Burden

Like a soft mother
My heart is too great, too full
My love is heavy

--

I'm Here, I'm There

Like a silver moon
I float across the dark sky
Always watching you

The Comforts of Love

2010-04-12T19:57:00.000-05:00

The Forgotten Core

I am the core of your apple
the heart of your fruit
the key to your soul
the strength of your root

Too often I am lost
among sugary fires
Sometimes I feel stuck
overcome by delicious liars

You used to hold me
so close to your skin
You loved my cold seeds
and admired my tart grin

If your core is forgotten
then where is your heart?
You shouldn't depend on me
Just do your part

--

A Seasoned Soul

Sipping warm teacups
around tall gold flames
reading our journals
remembering names

Recalling those times
and longing for more
Watching the raindrops
drip down our soft cores

You give me a tap
I kiss your sweet hair
I still long for more
But I'd never dare

Your tears wet my skin
My hands warm your face
I'm glad you'll let me
move at my own pace

As I unwrap lace
and folds of old silk
Your hair rushes by
and smells of fresh milk

Your hands caress mine
My tongue turns to mush
And on your soft bed
our hearts start to push

They push for more love
and dream of old times
and here they are now
creating new rhymes

You love mildly
I play the lead role
And now, once again,
I season your soul

--

A Tray of Tea

The cup holds small hopes
In the pot, old memories
Now add some sweet love

--

I Held You Close

My lovely, my sweet
I held you, you kissed my heart
Where did our love go?

Freshen the Old

2010-04-05T22:01:00.000-05:00

A Dusty Box

Layers of aging
I haven't touched you in years
Let's embrace again

Traces of Lust

I found an old kiss
Now, it is tasteless and dry
Some lust must go on

Poetically Uninspired

2010-04-01T20:23:00.000-05:00

We live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality. We are that reality. When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything. That is all.
-Buddhist Quote
--
I am currently uninspired to write. I'm reading famous quotes and poems for now. I hope this block will end soon D:

When Memories Collide

2010-03-29T20:39:00.003-05:00

Tasting the Sea

Bending over halfway

Eyes shut softly

Mouth quietly at ease

Swiftly capturing the breeze

And smelling the sea

Do you taste it now?

Lips quivering, tongue shivering

In salty recognition

Paris

Sweet breath pulled me in

Your hands made my body dance

Remember Paris?

Paris Dress

Folds of pale pink silk

Bodice adorned with roses

Remember Paris?

I Cry

For every lost soul

For every fallen angel

For what will become

An Old Beginning

2010-03-12T23:36:00.003-06:00

My Keyboard

Cold, impersonal

the keys click as my hands flick

Poetic failure

~~~

My Notebook

Warm and welcoming

Fresh pages stick together

Win for poetry

Lost intentions

She kneels unfeelingly on the worn leather cushion

Silently repeating the usual drone of meaningless syllables

Reliving the ancient stories in her mind

Recalling verses, words of wisdom, and other lies

You would think that she’d be the last to question her ways

Our ways--The traditions we share, the lines we hum so appropriately

Yet, in our poor girl’s head

Empty words crash into pointless periods

Tales once read with enthusiasm and curiosity

Roll down the folds of her pleated skirt
and sink into the reject pile

She’s not abandoning our beliefs, exactly

Just questioning, thoroughly questioning

The Lord’s flame once sparked in her for a reason

But as time dragged on, so did the lines in her face

And the cracks in her hands

And the despair in her heart

The intention was there once before
She had the power to live, love, and believe

I saw it with my own two eyes, smelled it with my quiet nose

The intentions loosely coiled themselves around her pain

They whispered to her softly -- begged for her to return
But her agony thrashed and struggled and eventually
the intentions began to
d i s a p p e a r

Life is a Wonder

2010-01-27T17:10:00.000-06:00

Mixed Feelings

I feel happy when I cry
and somber when the sun makes wet puddles on my cheeks
I'm consumed with guilt
when God takes pity on me and finally forgives
Last night a dear friend passed on
I laughed devilishly in that dank corner of my mind
When my mother scolds me
selfish pride leaks out of my eyes
and I mock her
The last, and only, time I was free from it all
I felt more trapped than ever
I have a mind brimming with opposites
But with so many things to feel
How can I avoid being a contradiction?

---

A Prediction

A strange prediction has been haunting me for some time now.
I am guessing, merely guessing, but my idea has a chance.
Imagine this...
You are lounging on a park bench
appearing to be fully absorbed in your dry, crinkled newspaper
atop a lonely wrought-iron bench
in the center of the country.
You are thinking about someone.
So, in turn, isn't someone thinking about you?
In fact...
Someone is lying face-up
seemingly asleep, eyes closed, hands folded
on top of a hand-knit blanket (from his mother, of course)
in the center of the world.
He is, in fact, thinking about someone
And that someone, of course, is you.
God has funny ways of bringing us together.
This, perhaps, is the strangest of them all.
I humbly predict
That as you imagined your (special) someone
whispering three wondrous words into your ear
in that silky voice
And as that (special) someone
relived your curly brunette hair
bouncing in the sunlight
and your smirk of a smile (his image was so accurate, it's haunting)
You and your (special) someone knew
you just knew it was true...
It's like parts of your minds switched places
in the most wonderful way
You knew he was dreaming of you
And he knew you were missing him
Hopefully, my prediction shows the truth
Has love has conquered science after all?

---

A Slice of Bread (a double haiku)

All that you asked for
was a single slice of bread
Why not the whole loaf?

Please, ma'am, take it all!
I don't need it anyway
Please enjoy this bread

The Water Will Wait

2010-01-19T17:17:00.003-06:00

My Dearest Fool,
You're stuck in between the water and the fire.
Will you abandon your post?
Or will you weather the storm
and allow your saltiness to blend with the sweet rain?
One way and icy water warms your wasted chest
The other and white-hot flames lick your heart and fiercely frame your face.
Which road will illuminate for you?
Know much I do not,
But the opinion I surely keep
will not tame the fire, nor spray the water.
All you need to know
as the flames welcome you with with orange eyes
is that my waters will always part for you.
Have faith, my love--I'll be waiting.
       Love From my Deepest Ocean,
           Your Faithful Soldier

--

My Heart

My heart is like stone
Touch it, you will feel alone
This heart has no love

--

Just An Oatmeal

Little bowl of mush
Who stole your sweetness, your love
and made you so bland?

--

Little Lily

Sad little flower
Who brought tears to your petals?
Where is your true love?

Midnight Fantasies

2010-01-06T21:08:00.004-06:00

Our Faithful Mother

lying on the cool, prickly grass

analyzing a pattern in every cluster of stars

the stars are nice, but not beautiful

my mind wanders to a pretty place

nicer than stars and clouds and dreams

he is there, and she is there, and I am there

resting together in my mind's deepest fantasy

the twilight breeze tickles my face

and I reluctantly slip out of the serene coma

my eyes are forced open by an illumination from the sky

and the tiny, blank space in the corner of my heart changes colors

our round, white mother hangs faithfully amidst the shallow lights

the moon, our moon, outshines every star

no mother is as large, plain, or distant

but our moon knows neither size, beauty nor space

~she loves us unconditionally, and admires our every face~

---

A Place (my sad attempt at a haiku)

I know of a place

Where fantasies come alive

Soon, I will be there

(Hahaha. Wow, my haiku is awful. Why won't I just remove it? That little voice is telling me not to...)

2009-12-21T11:55:00.000-06:00

Imagine That

Perhaps every red rose withered and died.

would love’s dancing garden still blossom in the spring?

Perhaps all mothers were selfish and cruel.

Would deer be as gentle? Children as sweet?

Perhaps every note of music mysteriously disappeared.

Would the rhythm of our hearts be flat, tired, and dry?

Perhaps every color was the same shade of grey.

Would paperclips and concrete be as thrilling as rainbows?

This world lets us wonder, speculate, and guess

For we stand in front of a half-open door

Holding a half-written book

Under the half-lit sky

Counting our lucky stars

because no amount of “what if’ing”

Can imagine this world away

Touch, Taste, Smell, Breathe

2009-12-09T22:16:00.001-06:00

The Essence of Love

If love had a taste
a soft, smooth melody
it would drip down my jagged throat
and spread its sickening sweetness
through each throbbing vein
in my damaged excuse for a body

If love had a sound
a harmony of heavenly voices
pleasing the ears of the thirsty
burning the souls of the afflicted
and surprising the minds of the unaffected
whose hearts have yet to sing along to the tune that never tires

If love had a smell
blooming pink roses emitting their godly fragrance
would be diminished to simple, everyday things
for the smell of love is too powerful to breathe
and too elusive to smell
if only our hearts could bottle the scent forever
to be guarded by our internal chambers
overflowing with our painful memories

Another sense

If love had a taste, a smell, or a sound
would it not be easy to find?
effortless to track down?
if the essence of love is so decidedly beautiful
why is it so lost?
most are unlucky in love; others find a way
the fortunate are born with the ability to love unconditionally
while the cursed lack this sense
to the afflicted, love seems like some sort of magic
but the capable do not know what they posess
it is power to them
extra control over their miserable peers
love in the wrong hands is meaningless, selfish, unreal
but love is never placed into the hands of the worthy
it remains a dream to all people
a mysterious labyrinth hinting at eternal pleasure
it is a game to those who were chosen
and a battle to those who are worthy

What is Romance?

2009-11-25T23:08:00.000-06:00

Unlucky in Love

Stuck in the middle of shame and fear
never really knowing
when the mockingbirds will bust out in their famous melodies

Sing to the future, drink to the past
shakes to the strangers, guns to the lovers
but, please, pull the trigger on yourself
those sickly-sweet birds were enough to pin me down

Still suspended between life and love
which shall be the death of me?
neither ~ hand over the gun

Nearly Expected

I could see it coming
quickly approaching -- unfaltering in its path
maybe your blindness masked our fate

but a small corner of my mind
watched the inevitable spread its cotton-laced wings
and perch regally on our windowsill

Our minds screamed in unison, "Shoo! Go away!"
but our miserable hearts welcomed its deceiving embrace

The winged demon only sang soothing lullabies
our hearts danced in sweet harmony until the rise of the stars
smooth sheets of living skin warmed under its tender touch

But when the stars burned into hateful ashes beneath the sill
and our bright, knowing lady drifted into the sea
those wings were smothered by flames of guilt - our incurable disease

And our passion fell backward
faded into the sky of the blackest night

~you could say I saw this coming~
but that would be a lie
all my clouded eyes could see was romance
and you gave all but that

Looking Back

2009-11-21T22:09:00.000-06:00

A Quiet Touch

Your feeble touch ignites my mind
as the steady rhythm of your pounding heart
drowns my heart in simple ecstasy

the traces of your sweat-streaked palm
leave marks upon my swelling heart
I am lost in a sea of unspoken words
a twisted labyrinth of lives once lived

the suspense -- how it kills me
you mouth what my ears yearn to hear
and say what my heart wants to feel

waiting for the answer, time disappears
just for a moment, my mind slips away
reliving dreams once dreamt
as the words never spoken
are set free at last

as my words sink into your rain-dampened skin
the past becomes the present -- time is a meaningless memory
your feathered wings take hold of me
and the moment is ours forever

Out the Window

out the window goes my thoughts, your dreams, his life
the frosted glass alters our perception, feeds our minds, forgives our memories
we forget about it, dwell on it, and waste it

still, out the window everything goes
inevitable, but expected
through the window the past is meaningless, the present fruitless, the future groundless

yet here we perch
day after day
looking out the window
when nothing has changed

Put on Hold

2009-11-15T23:23:00.004-06:00

Someplace In Between

Death has put me on hold

My soul is floating in an empty wasteland

Somewhere between darkness and light

My wasted heart feels the clouds creep past

As the underworld singes my delicate exterior

The angels call my name – voices like sweet, floral honey

As handsome demons tempt me from below

My body remains suspended in another twisted dimension

Maimed, torn, shredded to the bone

The scars and dark shadows remain – every freckle leapt away

With the crack of a bloody knuckle, all is lost

My soul echoes in this barren cave of solitude

I sense your perfect face between the smoky haze and the scattered pools of light

A weathered palm extends gracefully – past the fog and the dust

And warms my tainted soul

With a soothing embrace

Your slender fingers propel me off of this cliff

Of self-destruction and despair

And into the river where untold dreams linger

Eternally unanswered

For a wish unspoken is a dove forever caged

And a soul without requests is a mind never made

A heart without a beat is a fire never kindled

And life without love is the sea without ripples

2009-11-14T20:40:00.000-06:00

Here Comes the Sun

Your warmth radiates
from behind a curtained window
your golden aura invites me in
as your powerful rays drive me away

Too close -- my world is illuminated by 1,000 scorching flames
I am blinded by fervent desire
to step under the light of your shimmering fountain
I long to be wrapped in this blanket of satisfaction

Conceal the scars slashed in my chest
heal my expanding wounds with your glowing solace
wrap your burning fingers
around the remains of my shattered heart
piece the ashy fragments back together
and embrace me until I'm numb

2009-11-09T05:05:00.001-06:00

A Virgin Lost

A virgin lost is a mortal gained
As one wilts another blossoms

angelic vibrations arouse these veins
new conceptions depress my pleasure

~a virgin lost is lost forever

Remove the golden ring
step out of the marble Font
toss your garments to the fire

Let your glimmering robe clash with the responsive flames

Purity then is knowledge now
your wisdom permits
this committal of sin

As the transformation finalizes
cautious eyes glance back
a moment's uncertainty clouds your vision
but your definitive exhale confirms this sacred decision

~a virgin lost is born again

The Darkest Hour

2009-11-07T23:06:00.000-06:00

Take the Pain Away

hopeless guilt swallows my soul
sucks away my remaining breath
now i have one thing left

shards of broken mirrors reflect our tangled past
grab a piece and thrust it through my sinking heart
it's all that's left of me

i bleed out the pain
but it never goes away
just collects in a useless puddle of shame and regret
eternally mocking my foolish acts of years past

my heart is sprawled out like a dying rose
as I arrange the petals into place
you pluck them away from my withered hand
take my soul -- but leave my heart to die
for love is unknown to the human mind

it's an elusive ghost
a mass of sorrow alongside a gleaming sliver of passion
only the suckers love -- only the worthy are loved

The Burning

tear me up inside, slash my burning veins
stab my pulsing heart -- love will always fade
secrets are never lost, forever remembered

don't waste your life being a "good friend"
for love is a selfish thing
enjoyed by one, never two

love is a filthy deception
tempts us, tricks us, burns us
the apple of pleasure never fails to indulge a sucker's credulous heart
the wise win the prize, the foolish are left to die

all alone in a bottomless abyss
no savior awaits in billowing grace
life is an intimacy, love is a lie

little girl, little girl
don't you cry
mommy will stop the burning
everything will be fine

dab at my bloody wounds, breathe in the toxic fumes
i've captured you under my haunting gaze
sucking the life out of you

mommy, it stings
i'm smoldering under these flames
save me, mommy! save my soul!

you, little one, cannot be saved
for love has captured your worthless mind
and ignited it with your tears

fade away, little one, fade into the shadows
join the suckers lurking hell's hottest depths
orange flames light up scorched remains
highlighting your crucial mistakes

the burning, the burning!
i hear a stifled cry
little one, you're gone
your ignorance punished you
i'm closing my fiery tentacles around your pasty throat

from a distance mommy chuckles to herself
what a stupid child she had created
thank god she's gone -- now she is free

One Moment's Thrill

2009-11-03T23:16:00.015-06:00

hold up the mirror
and find what has become of you
past the cracked shards of reflective glass
and dark stains from lives lived

empty tuft of feathery dust
aimlessly floating -- but you have faith

"I will find a home, my name will be known"

I shall whisper the ancient angels' secret to your tarnished soul
look back -- don't speak
though your lip trembles with unspoken words
thoughts never said

Though my feeling never felt remain packed away
stuffed with tissue from lost memories
the shattered glass from your broken soul
grinds away at my throbbing heart

though your mind charmed away
and dug holes in my flesh
your only motive was to search for the kill
small scratches only mar the surface
your lacerations failed to dent my interior

my perforated heart beats with the thrill of my future
your heart is lost -- drifting down a bottomless pit that is your blackened soul
never to return

for this is why you stay so cold -- never growing, never changing
those who seek a moment's thrill
face the fate of infinite affliction

and those who walk the path of gold
stoll through the meadows of an unblemished soul

Your Uniqueness Backstabs You

2009-11-02T18:59:00.000-06:00

Look me in the face and tell me you're insane
you self-loathing, obsessive compulsive freak
hold your breath, take a walk in my shoes
you are you, as I am I
one crucial barrier?
your uniqueness backstabs you

Alike in form and soul
minds like ticking clocks
buzz me when the timer goes off
give me the impression
that I need your attention

Moving closer and closer--two syllables of this life
surprise me, I beg you
the ship's route fails to change
tie your sails with my reins
calm the thrashing waves

I open the letter with trembling hands
what's the verdict? I'm dying to know
I'm overruled--but how?
where lie our pulsing veins
that keep it alive?
lost forever, my dear
gone for good, I fear

When all is lost, where do you turn?
although the scars from broken dreams cloud our minds
and shadow our future
the leaves will still turn
and the winds will change minds
what was lost is lost forever
but our souls remain intact--connected still

Our uniqueness backstabbed us

Te Amo

2009-10-18T21:39:00.000-05:00

Speaking the Unspeakable

It flows out of his lips so smoothly, so nonchalantly
has he any idea the meaning of these sacred words?

everytime his mouth takes this form
one is pulled into comforting arms
while another slips into an abyss of eternal despair
and waits
waits for her time to be picked up by these angels
these angels that come so easy to one
yet are so impossible for another

it is so easy for him to make five girls' dream
and break another's
has he any idea what is being provoked?
i think not for his mind is never evil
only naive, inexperienced, bland

go ahead
trap me, anchor me in
built like stone, i'll never give
because one in six is not my place
break them for all i care
speak the unspoken words without purpose or cause

but in the end, i will be the light shining at the end of the tunnel
blinding him, tearing his soul apart
taking pleasure in the desperate game of writhing, sweating, screaming
you asked for it, it was coming all along
i have what i want, and you are left with nothing
that's what happens when you speak the unspoken words

Light-Seeker

your soul will be lost for kingdom come, never sought, never found
one must be crazy to desire your cold, lifeless, malignant being
which has no meaning, no purpose
it only leaves behind its malicious effect
one has light, the other darkness
the truth-seeker and the sucker
one floating above all, the world rests in the palm of her hand
another sinking, drifting down into a deep hole of depression
it's your turn now, you asked for it
he's gone; those evil syllables shan't be uttered from his flawless mouth
as long as i'm still standing strong, there's nothing you can do to break me

a simple refusal, a constant denial
and look where i am now
above all of you low-lifes
but patience and strong-will only get you so far

light-seeker, truth-seeker
speak to me; call my name
crush this wall of mirrors into tiny shreds of my past
help me break free; save me from my inevitable future
because everyone knows, no one can survive alone
when the only choice is one-of-six; RUN
i can't give in, i musn't
he's calling for me; never believe it, never follow
lead, always lead

I'm slipping, falling through this open door
better to die alone than live a lie

because of you
one is free, five are broken
a peaceful dove flutters over these cracked olive branches
never picking up, just leaving them
to wither, die, and fade
into the past, as he has
as he has melted into the darkness
never to be spoken of, only remembered silently
with fear, with sadness, with grief
he was only a facade; a false warning of the inevitable
death's what you make it, life's just a joke

Save yourself

Twisted Emotions

2009-10-12T18:36:00.000-05:00

Silence

Silence can be hurtful, deceiving, cumbersome
stare at your shoes
and i'll stare at mine

we both wonder, meditate, speculate
how does she feel about me?
does he like me?

you are spiteful, poisonous, caustic
while the holes you created in me swell with hatred
you are a schemer, manipulating my mind

behind me radiating dishonesty, deceit, duplicity
force me within the narrow limits of your stealthy gaze
lie all you like, i'll never give in

the truth in you is obvious

Empty

empty is but a bandage to mend your broken heart
camouflaging your soul from my delicate mind
keeping it from me, never revealing

you never grasp empty, never touch it
empty is never nothing, always something
it lingers
its essence hesitates, ever hopeful

curiosity is empty's closest cousin
we both want more, need to know all
release your grip, liberate your bony grasp
open your soul into my mind
trust me, feel me, know me

empty is but a threat of your imagination
untwist its fibers, open up to me
together, we are much bigger than empty

Midnight Fantasy

2009-10-09T19:52:00.001-05:00

-Stares and Signs-

your voice pours out
smooth velvet in its purest form

my eyelashes flutter
with the anxiety of frightened doves

you turn your vast windows of liquid butterscotch toward me
these penetrative eyes seek the truth in my soul

your mouth forms a subtle smirk
then your amusement elevates to reveal symmetrical rows of gleaming ivory chiclets

then something happens
a clandestine spark abruptly manifests
and our eyes converse in their own secret language
leaving our minds free to wonder

-Sweet Scents and Nectarines-

Your essence draws me in
your musk so inviting, so tempting
Giving me no choice but to give in

a sweet nectarine leads me to wonder
if your scent is so sweet, so satisfying
how hard must your heart be?

as the corner of my eye examines your body's every inch
my nose hunts for the aroma
emanating from your wiry torso

the nectarine flashes through my mind
so elusive i must focus to maintian it
how hard must your heart be?

my pupils enlarge with every breath you take
my nostrils flare at your every movement, however slight
your aura sends my head into spirals of insanity, obsession, temporary nirvana

oh, why must you grasp the nectarine with such intensity?
set it free...it's holding you back
how hard must your heart be?

Claustrophobia

2009-10-05T21:41:00.001-05:00

I'm stuck
stuffed inside this worthless pit of desolation
that never ends

The smell of sweat
of blood
of piss
overcomes me in fullness

let me out of here
my own worst nightmare
where fears mingle with my most demented strand of imagination

save me
rescue me
tear my from the devil's reeking arms
pull me away from the unavoidable guilt
that i must now face

it's suffocating me
smothering me with tangles of boiled and bruised limbs
pus-infected toxic boughs of torture

mother mary, set me free
release my soul into the sky
to float among the otherworldly clouds for eternity

it's my time
damn this claustrophobia to hell infinitely
the deed is done

Hands

2009-09-30T17:23:00.000-05:00

Reach out and hold me
touch me, feel me
with your hands
nothing is too much

hands like butter
hands like ice
yours are like creased pillows
reach out for me
cradle me for eternity

i need your hands
they make me yours
i'm yours, ONLY me
look into my eyes
and save me

caress me with your hands
grab my viciously fluttering heart
and run away with me
leap over obstructions blocking our path
it's just me, don't be afraid

and your hands

finally free

Expecting a Miracle

2009-09-26T22:01:00.000-05:00

I'm laying around
in class, at home
waiting for a miracle

wasting my time
hoping for something extraordinary
to happen

nothing comes
everything is the same
dry, hopeless, empty

god only brings you a miracle
when you really need one
when is it my time?

they say that patience
is a virtue
liars, hypocrites, equivocators

i need it now
i want it now
give it to me now

or slowly
everything that loves me
and everything that i love

will slip away
into the depths of uncertainty
and the hollow pits of despair

never to be seen
by my ardent eyes
or deprived soul

come back to me
come back
it's not over yet

give me
a miracle
feed my thirsty gaze

Autumn

2009-09-26T21:48:00.000-05:00

Red leaves floating down
like a blanket of feathers
dress up and give thanks

**this was my pathetic attempt at a haiku.**

Quiet

2009-09-23T21:34:00.000-05:00

He's so quiet
keeps to himself
mouth is a permanent line
arms folded over his chest
reeks of mystery
biggest fault: curiousity

Tries to act tough
has a heart like a raspberry
fragile and breakable
cold, but soft
how does he really feel?
what is he hiding inside?

he's too good to be the bad guy
but too bad to be the good guy
girls fall all over him
because he's so quiet
but what is really
going on in that busy brain?

I better be careful
what I dig for
because
curiousity
killed
the cat