remember4ever

i speak the words that went untold my dark secrets are yours to behold those awful words i held so tight my lips stayed sealed through the night im the first and your the last to know the secrets of my past you made me strong i once was weak but now it is your turn to speak

Look at me, now close your eyes For the face you see is a disguise With closed eyes you see at last My real face, and not the mask I turn a way to hide the shame But you make me look, you love this game Of hide and seek, of look and lust you've seen it all, but still you trust Now you close mine, and I finally see That behind your mask, your just like me

One day, she asks him what he thinks her father would think about their situation. "I'm feeding you, not fucking you," he replies, his voice callous as ever. "I don't think Daddy Dearest would mind." It's true, she supposes. He just showed up one day and demanded to know the last thing she'd eaten. When she confessed canned ravioli, he disappeared through the same window he'd entered in, so she thought that was that. Then, about five minutes later, there was a knock on her door, and he was standing there with spaghetti and breadsticks, the good kind with just the right amount of garlic salt. She didn't bother to ask him where he got it; her

Red on White. Born White, innocent and clean was she. Stains and pains was I and all I'd ever know but once she was glanced, I could never look away. I admired purity from a distance and, in awe, determined not to touch. I had assumed it would be easy, yet just from gazing I soon found myself tempted. With further examination, it soon became a near irresistible necessity. I was like a salivating tongue to chocolate with in insatiable craving to taste. I thought I might break in my must-have but common sense overruled. She was mine to neither possess nor desire. I closed my eyes and breathed.   I had held back and

Words in a melody that needs no tune Spilled from the heart and filtered through the pen Like a flame Always changing Chaotic Yet always lighting the way for a kindred soul