She had more than just a way with words.
It was in the way she walked and the twinkle in her eye
It was in the words that rolled off her tongue like chocolate.
Charming, was an understatement.
It was in the way she caught your eye as she bit her lip,
Or her full-bodied laugh just as you looked her way.
It was a game she learnt years ago, and had long since perfected.
Charming, was an understatement.
She could keep the attention of any man in the room
With a single look that kept them coming back for seconds
And when she glanced back over her shoulder before disappearing forever,
Charming, was an understatement.

Paint the heads of your collection on the ceiling,
An assortment of faces that you miss, all showing the same feeling:
hatred.
You tell me, "No one will ever remember me,"
but you're wrong.

I collect, too, writing and rewriting all the hearts that I once knew.
Letters to their owners, punching old memories until my knuckles bruise black & blue
Misery.
I say, "No one will ever remember me,"
and I'm right.

Kid, be more reckless, fearless.
Kid, tell them all about unspoken secrets and shady ****** up strangers.
Don't be careless, don't be as heartless.
Don't fear the unknown for it will do you nothing but the opposite of the well known.
Don't fall for normal and simple and give away the most precious for it's well shown.
It's what you want most, confess.
It's what you fear most, confess.
It's what you lust and love most, confess.
It's what haunts you, confess.
It's what breaks you and builds up, confess.
Confess, be more reckless, be more fearless.

I feel like my words are failing me
My thoughts are simply not there
What I write is not what I want it to be
My mind has become blank and bare

I'm lost in this nothingness
Feeling empty with nothing to confess
My fire becomes less and less
These words and rhymes are more a mess

No matter how hard I try
to put down my pen
I always look back
and lift it again

I must gather myself and collaborate
Look at my words and rhymes and elaborate
Make them more in depth and intricate
Expand my heart and make it infinite

I must become the words I scribe
Using them on my demons as a bribe
To break a piece off my existence
To incorporate it into my poems with persistence

I must truly write how I actually feel
nothing obscured, it must appeal
To the minds and hearts of the readers who care
hoping to cause a spark, arc and a flare

I will open my mind and dig in the dark
And through
All the Words and Rhymes
On new journey I will embark

I saw a girl made of nothing
in the reflection of the sea.
No form but her dark eyes,
staring back at me wide with curiosity.

The sky was her canvas,
the stars were her freckles.
Her blood ran in the sunset,
Rain fell like her tears.

Though she was a beauty,
she had no story to tell.
Because God is a silent gift,
subject to the tortures of being heaven far too close to hell.