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what if
i didnt have restrictions
and we were
without ties
we could sleep on the beach
wake up to the sunrise
the waves
never ceasing
eat where we wanted,
were never accountable
to anyone
what if we
met later on
and dropped everything
to on a trip
across africa
and i was different,
yet the same -
you would be
mine

darkness

bring out the evil
the unknown
the exciting

step out with
bright eyes, bright laugh
under the harsh
glow of the streetlamp
and we dissapear
into the darkness
the less you see,
the better
lit by a soft light
a fire
we are free
the less you see,
the better

when the grey dead morning
breaks
your mouth fills with bitterness
you see
get back to what you know
you are forced to discard
what you are not
the less you see,
the better

beauty

they say beauty comes from inside out -
but i dont want whats inside to come out
cuz i've been mangled by the man who was not outside my
curtain but in my cupboard
i'll consume myself with hate burning like the thoughts turning me over til i cant
sleep and i need
air...
so i'll run and i'll wonder will i ever be beautiful and i dont mind about looks-
cuz their not what make you, its the inside and my inside is all broken
what about yours? what about yours?
why cant i have someone elses regrets, someone elses flaws

they say beauty comes from inside
out is the right way and never stop running cuz i need air and its not the man in the street
its the man in my cupboard
im almost
beautiful