~Calisto~
Pressed against this cold window seal, trying to capture all my pain
I'm not sure if this deep numbness is resounding from my body or the rain
The direction of these letters, words, these curves I'm not quite sure
Something's telling me I should dilute feelings and emotions so pure
These profound emotions, some how battling for my mouth's pronunciation
Daily my mind is winning the more realistic war for my heart's resignation
I dare not use the word love, for my heart's not fully in that mentality
Then again, my mind is floating gleefully between there and my reality,
Your skin is the sin and I drink of my fate
I would beg for absolution but I fear it's too late
Searing mentality of the eyes wide of youth
Questioning my core with this burden of proof
Conquor all of me, or no part, leave me soundly whole
For your presence my lover undoubtedly reaches my soul,
The mask of deception is not my size but it seems to fit well for the show
Of all my secrets and my treasures, of this, my love,
My love you'll never know


~Content~
Please dont be so cautious with great walls and two foot
bubbles to simply prevent the wonderful act of getting
those scenty candles lit..
perhaps I can change your manuscript oh im not talking
about candles and wicks once again another metaphor
missed...lovely scripts from the beautiful silhouette of
a cant miss...a meant for...passionately wished..
what type of passion is this?
when the clock strikes for a future wife the phoenix
screams shall be that of a flyish hybrid containing
higher learning evident intelligence..
perhaps we'll ship it off to college with our future piper
dream money..its apparent that we could be some
damn good parents for a baby girl named Kaylie or Jamie
or a baby boy nameless at the moment..but alongside
this heart the greatest joy shall grow with..
if you were the one..broken down bluntly its merely
a glorious sensation from perfect clock or untimely
penetration miss future wife searchin for men real
with patience....

I'm that whole entire waiting room and then some on
busy sunny sundays im your patient..doctored up..
well dilluted..dont confuse it..
look no further babydoll please recieve the offers
theres so much time to be spent..many times in life
we believe we've came so far along these windy
roads but then again dont we often wonder
where we've barely went...
"So lets go?!"
"Do we...even...sound...like a plan...truly...are you...down..for this..man?"
thoughts of you could never leave me speechless
spinnin like broken merry go rounds..this heart could
never ever be hollow...my visions have always been
true...this little light of mine could never dimininish
after noticing you...know this thing..this is only for you