jaded | 2003

I just can’t get used to how you
toss & pass around
“honey” and “sweetie”
like some candy to be shared
with all of them fancy girls
shouldn’t it be for that one and only?
the true essence of the meaning
the true value of its beauty
lost
misplaced

jaded

Sick in bed | 2003

Sick in bed I think of you
Wishing you were here inside me
To hear your beating synchronize with mine
To feel your warm breath paralyze my spine
Your touch I miss horribly so painfully so
My eyes water with tears of longing
The absence of your tenderness
The sweet caress that warmed the time without you
I am cold to my toes to my deepest core
I miss you terribly so achefully so
Not because you are not here with me
But because your warmth has evaporated into thin air
And I am left with nothing but my memory of you