Mold Me Into That Woman
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
No more cries, I see the etched faces of the policemen guarding doors,
Doors which people once desired to open.
Sorrow keeps closing mouths,
mouths that are left untouched.
Mixed sensations makes attention.
Attention that comes to life.
Am I the one causing all this pain,
Pain left unseen by my tender virgin side.
Sex the only word I hear nowadays,
Maybe there is more, WEED!
The true story of an addict;
When he expresses himself all you smell is the stench of cannabis on him,
Utilizing him, foreseeing him, giving him the high life,
The high feeling that is in the untold mystery of the sky.
I’m high off this boy’s love, high off his weed and sex,
Yet I am falling into his cave of lust and wrong-doing.
Have I lost hope? Is this the course of extreme vulnerability
Or is there yet to come? Screams of horrid;
I’m nude, completely naked not physically but emotionally and spiritually.
I’m a bare canvas ready to be painted. I tell you” paint me my darling.”
You say “with what?” I tell you paint me with your body,
Your tears paint me with the stories that you tell.
Paint me with the hopes of one day being that women I’ve always wanted to be.
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
I’ll paint you as the world you say and I let you.
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
The last thing that I hear, that I want is your love, oh how cliché
Is the triggering sound of everlasting love.
You are here to let me redeem the pain that I once had.
Let me be, let us be. Not now, not ever will I let the tender virgin side of me open.
I could care less about the ranting of you wanting my body.
Cry me a river. If you do I’ll let you taste me. My salty yet sweet, savory skin.
You kiss me, I let you. You touch me, I welcome it. One soul inhabiting two bodies.
Its empty here the words I speak. The words which are inside me.
I’ve lost faith in this world.
No longer can I dream.
No longer can I breathe.
No longer am I a part of this broken and monstrous world.
Your love has taken over my body, mind and soul.
To let the pain of our love go.
I cut it from my heart.
I let it run
freely.
You see me bleed, you are not aware of the excruciating pain which you have caused me.
Driven me out of my own front door, the mind which I possess.
You are too slow to make a difference.
He stares at me,
The bare canvas
Which he molded into a woman.
Eyes Closed. Naked. Ready to go.
Eyes Closed. Naked. Ready to go.
I’m gone and once more I say,
Mold me into that Woman.
Forget Me Not My Lover
So simple that my lips
Unwind to the melody.
Open for all who see me.
Closed for all who hear me.
Naked to all who want me.
Break my barriers and see my hurt.
Make love to me and see my tears.
Simplicity forms from the doubts of
Complication.
You force me to be who I am not.
You do not dare to look me in the eye.
My mother, father, sister, brother and you
My lover,
Are all those who see me bleed.
I bleed the pain encrusted in my heart.
I see the laughter that was once there.
Forget me not my lover.
Remember the stories that we tell
Our stories.
My lover please remember it.
The story of all hope.
Of all faith.
And the story of our unforgotten love.
Our love, so simple yet you
Hear and see me tear into pieces.
Damn all haters.
Damn this world.
My lover, forget me not.
Remember me for the joy which I have
Brought you.
I love what I seek.
And I seek only you.
Do not let pain be our saviors,
But our past.
Please, my lover
Forget me not.
Anything is Our Love
It sickens me to think of you
A prevalence of void
Ungodliness.
Immovable.
Damned. Gifts.
An overblown sense of
Your own
Importance.
I wish you were
Dead.
Quite alone.
Fantasies of lust.
Long cries of distant
Crows calling for
Me.
The human condition
To desire
Impotent love
Which does not exist has
Fallen in grotesque
Disappointment.
A perfect imitation
Of forbidden appeal
Resides in the one
Who loves the deepest.
Ha. I’ve just lied.
That person only wishes to
Say
I hate you.
Every sign of bad
Love is said to
Be a far, lonely and hurtful
Feeling.
Journey I shall say.
I remember a time where I
Loved him, more than
I loved myself.
Are you suffering now
When you hear my blatant
Voice screaming for you
To redeem all hell which
You have surfaced
Upon me.
From the past.
But it can never be taken back.
Taken.
Forgotten.
Damned.
Beaten.
Oh how you savior in my pain.
When you see the blood trickling
And tickling my heart.
Yes this blood comes from
Your love.
That so-called love.
I am nothing more to you
Than that sex toy.
The girl who plays
Doctor or house
With you
Every night.
I want you to see
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
No more cries, I see the etched faces of the policemen guarding doors,
Doors which people once desired to open.
Sorrow keeps closing mouths,
mouths that are left untouched.
Mixed sensations makes attention.
Attention that comes to life.
Am I the one causing all this pain,
Pain left unseen by my tender virgin side.
Sex the only word I hear nowadays,
Maybe there is more, WEED!
The true story of an addict;
When he expresses himself all you smell is the stench of cannabis on him,
Utilizing him, foreseeing him, giving him the high life,
The high feeling that is in the untold mystery of the sky.
I’m high off this boy’s love, high off his weed and sex,
Yet I am falling into his cave of lust and wrong-doing.
Have I lost hope? Is this the course of extreme vulnerability
Or is there yet to come? Screams of horrid;
I’m nude, completely naked not physically but emotionally and spiritually.
I’m a bare canvas ready to be painted. I tell you” paint me my darling.”
You say “with what?” I tell you paint me with your body,
Your tears paint me with the stories that you tell.
Paint me with the hopes of one day being that women I’ve always wanted to be.
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
I’ll paint you as the world you say and I let you.
Mold me into that woman I whisper.
The last thing that I hear, that I want is your love, oh how cliché
Is the triggering sound of everlasting love.
You are here to let me redeem the pain that I once had.
Let me be, let us be. Not now, not ever will I let the tender virgin side of me open.
I could care less about the ranting of you wanting my body.
Cry me a river. If you do I’ll let you taste me. My salty yet sweet, savory skin.
You kiss me, I let you. You touch me, I welcome it. One soul inhabiting two bodies.
Its empty here the words I speak. The words which are inside me.
I’ve lost faith in this world.
No longer can I dream.
No longer can I breathe.
No longer am I a part of this broken and monstrous world.
Your love has taken over my body, mind and soul.
To let the pain of our love go.
I cut it from my heart.
I let it run freely.
You see me bleed, you are not aware of the excruciating pain which you have caused me.
Driven me out of my own front door, the mind which I possess.
You are too slow to make a difference.
He stares at me,
The bare canvas
Which he molded into a woman.
Eyes Closed. Naked. Ready to go.
Eyes Closed. Naked. Ready to go.
I’m gone and once more I say,
Mold me into that Woman.
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