My favorite place to be
Is tangled between the cotton waves of...

I would like to be a punk rock star.
I would drench my hair...

I caught the sugary sent
Of the man I love...

I sit at Home in bed
(She said...

My dear
my savior...

Dying slowly
As I sit awake...

Smile
as you go down on me...

At this point in my life
i can no longer express my feelings on these...

You sit there crying
looking down at the hideous pictures...

Every morning you stand infront of the mirror
looking at yourself...

You tap the syringe
making sure there are no air bubbles...

I want to kiss you
not some sweet...