Mystery is my mistress and I must heed her sweet call.

Fuck them all.

Speaking to you is like talking with a brick wall.

You call me a doll, and I love it, leaving your girlfriend quite appalled.

From the cliff I will fall.

Unto the cold undying hands of the law.

On a seesaw we call life.

I just might-

I just may be too small.

Or too afraid.

I'm quite engaged.

But it's sad that in your warm embracing arms I cannot stay.

You're too far away.

I can't nudge my lips into your kind face.

Nor erase this pain.

But I hope in the end we could both feel the same.

~Ariah Christman