Said and DoneLet me get this straight, [to the point like you were.]after all this time? [vodka and lime.] Am I being too Abstract?[were you being too Distracted?] When you break something, you can always see, where you put it back together again.(But I was blind.)I'll still try, try not to cry? believe in a lie?but I wonder, When you were holding my hand, did you still wish that I'd die?
HeroHeroA hero never criesWhen he looks upon the dead.He does not dry his tearsAnd stumble into bed.He does not slump.He does not die.He does not live.He only survives.To see so much pain,And cause so much moreIn hiding his disgust,His eyes become cold.How chisled,How handsome,How hard to ignore.How lonely,How regretful,filled with so much horror.A neverending legendOf battles with rivals.They used to be friends.But the superhero outfit,The political sides,The media and peopleCause friendships to die.So a hero is heartlessYet still wears a smileAnd a mask to hideHis relentless fatigue.
Take Her ThereTake Her ThereA wildly confused soultravels through the hoardsof fatuous males and bothersome, fabricated femaleswho bump and push and forcetheir ways into herface.She dreams of wings (or gills and fins)that can take her deepinto the blue, letting her liveher dreams where she can shine brilliantly,in your eyes,alone.Only you can take her there.She fantasizes and knows your touch,but only needs to find you (you only need to save her).Dangerous dreams take formas she closes her eyes from the publicand dims the noise of the masses.Imagination takes hold.You are sculpted,created in her mindout of her lonelinessand desires.Dive in and soar high,swallow the air and drink deep.Find her.