I dreamt about you last night

It was nothing special

But it felt like so much more

I woke up guilty

Sad and cold

I hate the thought of you

I want to forget your voice

But I've always thought

That dreams were a sign

That your heart shows you

In your resting hours

I don't love you

And I don't think I ever could

But there's something about this

That I just can't ignore

Red is hot and spicy, like standing too close to the fire,

Orange is warm and smooth, the heat from the sun you most desire;

Yellow is buttery and rich, like sunshine on your face,

Blue is cool and crisp, like dipping your foot in October lakes;

White is light and hopeful, like an angel beginning to soar,

Brown is healing and ancient, the smell of earth on the forest floor;

Black is dark and beautiful, like camping under the stars,

Purple is dark and rich, a baritone sax bellowing that jazz song of ours;

Green is earthy and comforting, the smell of nature’s grass and trees,

And pink is pretty and cheerful, like rose petals or a gentle breeze.

She looked to the ocean

With her sea blue eyes

She was filled with an emotion

She didn't know how to describe

She sang a song

A song of sirens

She sang all night long

Her voice ringing in the air

Her silky smooth skin

Rested on the coarse sand

Her hand braised her angel hair

Dark as the evening sky

Sea salt air filled her lungs

As she looked forward

The waves washed over her

And she turned to foam

Finally one with the sea.

Can't you see

How I feel about you?

I wanna set my heart free

And you should too

There's a whole world to see

I'm done singing the blues

I have nothing to lose

Time to open my eyes

I need to make a compromise

Lies that turn into truths

As whispers escape your lips

Caressing my addicted ear.

Days that turn into nights

As my body responses to your touch

Caressing my lonely soul.

Cons that turn into hope

As you fall for me in your game

All the while, I playing the longer-con.

I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes the things I see

Sometimes the things I hear

Sometimes the things that I do

Remind me of you.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.

Sometimes you'd look into my eyes and tell me lies

Sometimes the memories hurt but I spit in the dirt

Sometimes I wish we never met

But I'm not calling you a regret.

I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes when I wake up

Sometimes when I dream

Sometimes when I lay in bed alone

Hoping you'll pick up the phone.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time.

Sometimes they'll speak of you

Sometimes I'll listen

Sometimes they call you a lesson

But honestly you were a blessing.

I miss you, sometimes.

Sometimes it's best to let go

Sometimes it's ok to hold on

Sometimes I forget that you're gone

And all I can do is move on.

I miss you sometimes but, not all the time

Sometimes I wish I were dead

Sometimes I wonder who's in your bed

Despite all the lies I've been fed

I hope it gets to your head

That without me you'll be nothing instead.

Once a cutter, always a cutter

That's what they'd mutter

Without a stutter.

The knife cuts my skin like butter

The pain makes my stomach flutter

Blood flowing under.

I think about my mother

And all the times she made supper

While my brother looked for his lover

Hoping she wasn't discovered.

The color of love

Is the color of blood

And when push comes to shove

All I do is give up.

Because I'm the cutter

And when it's uncovered

It looks like I suffered.

But my mind's in the gutter

And life is a fucker

And you can't use a rubber

And everything's a bummer

And people get dumber.

So call me the cutter

Just don't become her

Because once a cutter

Always a cutter.