• I had a phase, an utter moment; gone.
    Glance and a smile, utter silence, now withdrawn.
    STOP! What is that, I hear a little boy.
    Quit it, my lover; I am ready to destroy--

    I heard you, but I lost it.
    I wasn't guilty, not one bit.
    It was out of my hands.
    Smile cover up, for messed up plans.

    Scratch my back; I scratch yours.
    No room, too late- for open doors.
    Come back when you've learned.
    Come back when you've been burned.

    I hate to break it, that bubble.
    But your not worth the trouble.

    Your an attempted suicide gone wrong.
    Sad excuse for air; not as weak as strong.
    A fill of laughter but not so much as tears
    Seeing inside all of your laughable fears.

    Got a pretty boy, he's got alot of nothing.
    Pretty boy who's got a broken wing.
    Nothing that lays of anything from the end to brim,
    yet un-mistakable forgotten faces trip over him.
    So he can forget them all over again.

    Don't forget pretty boy; you've got alot thats not much.
    It isn't as much as you think to have a sexy touch--

    Gone wrong wrist slitting;
    An outfit thats not fitting;
    Compressed lies on dirt roads;
    A 'hit me one more time' joining humble abodes;
    Forgotten scratch and sniff new face every other day;
    Another dwell in his most hidden display;
    Pretending to be held in regard into your most favorite face;
    A pretty boy out of place;
    Lost in his own time until death;
    the most un-sensitive insults in one breath~

    That you are;
    your far from far.

    He's a pretty boy;
    Nothing but a cute toy;
    Funny to annoy;
    Un-Laughable employ;
    Made to self-enjoy;
    Easiest to destroy.