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I lie in bed every night, The guilt seeps into my dreams,   Someday they'll catch you, And I'll be waiting, Gripping smoldering justice, Like a loaded gun.   I'm eternally conflicted,
I was warned about stranger danger. Strange equals bad Bad equals evil Evil equals torment Torment to whatever fucks people up; To the point that they need to be silenced
I am from an old house, built by the bare hands of my grandparents. I am from craft stores, running in and out right before it closes. I am from bracelets, a colorful way to express myself.
A smile, A laugh, Your hand held in mine. Is this how love should be? Or is it a lie?
I do believe the walls move in this place
Betrayal is indeed a bitter pill to swallow one I never thought I'd have to taste shows my naivety betrayal never crossed my mind so I never thought of it in others now I ache deep in my heart
in a room where darkness is like a thick mist in the air i slowly slip off his shirt i caress the smooth skin on his chest his neck my lips lock his as he unzips my jeans 
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Line after line words become forced to pass the time eyes diolated with dumb ideas brain malfuction it starts to feel steamed Not rhyming is harder than it seemed oops, try that line again
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