Wandering hands,
Hungry lips...

I'm no poet,
Just a storyteller of sorts...

Take all of me
Every piece...

Eyes that tell the truth,
Lips that tell the lies...

Your lips burn like the sun,
Kissing my skin with fire...

Crack pipes dreams
Heroin screams...

You beat me down
To the ground...

Can't stand the truth
Poor little me...

People look, but do not see,
They see, but do not care...

Pages inked with sorrow
Stained with tears of joy...

You are the sweetest disaster
Melancholy eyes...

The mighty oak tree
Roots deep and wide drinking earth...