you're not hereright nowyou're asleepand I'm awakeand I miss youand I wishyou weren't so farbut you areI think about youtoo muchand it's onlybecauseI've thoughtabout youall alongI need you
I will ruin you.Not with small words.Not with the loving looks.I will ruin youWith my long wordsAnd my broken looks.You will begin to questionHow did it ever start to become this?I will ruin youNot with little thingsNot with great memoriesI will ruin youWith the greatest thingsWith my worst memories.You will begin to questionCan my own heart take it anymore?
Take me for granted all you want.I am nothingbut a small little plant,everyday hoping for water to come to me,for me to grow and be beautiful.I am beautiful nowbut watch me,as you forget to water me,I become less colorful,Less attractive, less useful and needed.I will be forgotten and become withered.The sad part is,you don't attempt to bring me back.You throw me awaylike everyone else has before.
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!