Hey, my computer was completely broken down for a few months and I've been thinking... My good stuff is the stuff I write on the spur of the moment and is full of an actual meaning to me. Recent events, and recent poetry and songs I've written have reminded me of that. I love writing what I do, so if there is a story you want me to save, or you want to adopt, tell me or it's gone. I'm going to write from the heart from now on, and allthough I may come off as nice to some people, my heart's a very complicated place. I'm starting with this, ;et me know what you think.

Drink the wine my darling, you said
Take your time and consume all of it
But the roses were only to drain my inspiration
The promises were spoiled before they left your lips and

You stood there before me smiling on our third date, holding a boquet or red roses and a bottle of wine. How you got them past his office, I'll never know. We had a picnic, we took our time eating and drinking. The things you told me, are now all gone. They were all lies, and it almost feel like it was nothing but a script.

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you underneath my skin
Holding onto the sweet escape
Is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

You've gotten what you wanted, but I still crave you. I hold onto the promises you made, even though I know you've lied the whole time about you-about us. You still say we can have it. It's all tainted though now, isn't it?

I tell myself that you're are no good for me
I wish you well but desire never leaves
I could fight this to the end
But maybe I don't wanna win

You can't begin to imagine the amount how many times the logical has told me to leave. Run if need be. I keep trying to say goodbye, but just you looking at me makes me melt, maybe I am weak. I could fight this-you-us. But, maybe I don't want to even win, I'm not even really trying, am I?

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you underneath my skin
Holding onto the sweet escape
Is always laced with a familiar taste of poison

You've gotten what you wanted, but I still crave you. I hold onto the promises you made, even though I know you've lied the whole time about you-about us. You still say we can have it. It's all tainted though now, isn't it?

I don't wanna be saved, I don't wanna be sober
I want you on my mind, in my dreams
Behind these eyes that I wanna wake up
No, not this time

I don't want anyone to save me from you, I'm drunk on you and this toxicly poisioned relationship. But I want you on my mind, in an endless dream. I'm not waking up, this isn't a nightmare, this isn't like when I talk to anyone else.

I breathe you in again
Just to feel you underneath my skin
Holding onto the sweet escape
Is always laced with a familiar taste of poison
A familiar taste of poison, a familiar taste of poison

You've gotten what you wanted, but I still crave you. I hold onto the promises you made, even though I know you've lied the whole time about you-about us. You still say we can have it. It's all tainted though now, isn't it? I guess I'll try the poison and find out it's true effects.