I wonder what its like to have it all
and yet not have what matters most
to walk away...
and know that the pain still lingers on
in hopes of one day finding it
I get lost trying to find it
trying to find the ending
to my painful beginning...
I am beautiful to on looking eyes
yet those looks don't go as deep
they will never know my heart
see through to my soul
because to them my beauty isn’t skin deep
so they will never love all of me...
an ironic tragedy...
I blame myself
because no one ever knew of this pain
doves cried for me
because I could no longer cry for myself
having lost hope in LOVE
I stopped believing in false dreams
filled with lustful moments of infatuation
but the bliss in my dreams
didn’t last as long in reality
so I had no fantasy to share
because my body was no longer willing
to rent itself to him
not even for that one night of passion
no more fucking faces to cum to
so cum on his tongue he no longer taste
a bitter sweet fling between these sheets
I’m no longer me in this escape
from my current reality
as I slid in between this sheets
I AM LOST….