Without Measure Grace

You put me in pursuit of all earthly desire,
Washed by taste of fruit and psalms, 
Romantic and unbridled carried me,
Out and over and over and on,
I lie in precipice when your words,
Fall to my skin and touch upon soul,
I feel a heat, of which, I've never known,
To taste of your lips as they curl,
Around the space of a curve, upside,
And down, to purse carefully, surely,
Full of intent, your hands act as pointer,
Of accusation and restraint,
As they follow the walls of my heart,
Flatly beguiling my one true self,
As I fall under your unearthly charm.

threadbare

you are a dirty net curtain
i'll brush your pain aside
you hide all of the splendour
that you bury deep inside
your flimsy paper body
doesn't hide all of your sins
behind the changing screen
we are rotting outwards in

it's like every time i hold you
we are lying to ourselves
if i were a little bolder
i would tell you there's no sense
in prolonging all the anguish
it's inevitable, we're dying
to get richer, but all of us die poor

i'll take you in the closet
we can lock all of the doors
hide our faces from each other
we don't know us anymore
it's like i second guessed you
and we're failing to pretend
they say love it lasts forever
but we're trailing to an end
if you rip off my crooked smile
and touch all of my scars
if we were honest with ourselves
we'd see that everyone's alone

it's like every time i hold you
we are lying to ourselves
if i were a little bolder
i would tell you there's no sense
in prolonging all the anguish
it's inevitable, we're dying
to get richer, but all of us die poor

if i could paint a picture
of darkness over-worn
it hurts to love someone
when they're dying to be gone
if our fate is one another
the be all, and the end
just know i wont ever love you
and i never really did.