Bohemian-Hybrid

Pining, needing, seething... is this all I can do? Sitting wonton, thinking... it should be me there beside you Plotting, loathing, wanting... your flesh mixed with cheap wine Sitting here wondering... if you were ever really mine... Teach me to be like you while refuged under covers Make me a pretender too... don't we comfort one another? Grazing tender places... making lashes flutter Peer into our faces... watch us comfort one another. Teach me to be like you and we can be lovers See, I can pretend too ... as we comfort one another dare we now to mention the tongues tasting each other offering redemption, oh, we comfort one anoth

Here's being blunt honest to make ammends ... for she's is no angel, no savior of men ... for time and time again... it was warned that she'd only be... 'a friend' the endless waltz begins... and she's left holding blame for the broken time and time again... her trust had been prematurely given endless waltz begins... and they dance the dance of a tragic end time and time again... she did her part honest from the begin endless waltz begins … ... But... she wont dance the same dance with this friend ... The endless waltz ends before it begins she and deceivers could never be friends She will not dance a dance she can not w

From the abyss of strangers comes one equipped with... a promise How unfortunate this... promise... harbors naught but consequence Not that he brought mal-intent, au contraire, he promised her bliss ... and... ignorance as his intent could cost her all she'd accomplised So Through a hiss she cites various acts of defiance to be But more mature, more secure, her resistance meant nothing to he With great patience and calculation he stood his ground firmly Dedicated and determined to have her finally see How great of a man for her he could be So She entertains the idea because he seemed good to have near Despite better judgment she l

Could You... In this life of ours find progress for the lost, promise in the found Inner peace in the face of conflict and, a way up for those who are down Valid solutions to potential questions and answers for those -ignorant bound? Could You... Open your ear and your patience to the trifling and in your heart of heart find ~good~ in everything?

For what can be said that isn't a known Which skills should be praised when constantly shown Support to be won when you're never alone Could I... motivate you through a phone? To text your skills, your power... "you're awesome" To relay your smile, your style... "you're handsome" To coin you marvelous, great, and then some To list your varied assets... cumbersome I've pinned and pondered ways to go about I've sat and wondered and even scripted aloud Methods of motivaton to shun'da'clouds But there's no weak in your character so... smile

To what do I owe this bitter charade To living like a damned when one is saved To what can be shunned when money is paid Too, I woe this feeling of being played! ~ It's ~ Like rolling the dice of a pre rigged game Like paying the price of mistakes not made Like a head full of lice without palmade Like... I woe this feeling of being played ~ I mean ~ It's working all night to get a jacked grade It's doing what's right while mal-shit remains It's fighting the same fight every god-damn day Oh, I woe this feeling of being played ~ But ~ I'll fight the same fight, Ill play the damn game I'll stick to my plight, without any shame I

You cant win so breathe in sweet scent overwhelmin Touch me here, touch me there, gasp out loud if you dare Nibbled neck taste of sweat, tell me, are you there yet? I'm your arms, I'm your hands, just obey my commands You cant win, so breathe in sweet scent overwhelmin' Push your luck? Silly fuck, when'a'mere stare makes you buck~ Fight with might, yeah thats right, resistance breeds delight You cant win so breathe in sweet scent overwhelmin Wrist cuffed, mouth stuffed, I'll decide whats enough You cant win, just breathe in sweet scent overwhelmin' Be my sin and we'll descend in this sweet scent of overwhelmin'