To the bitch,

to the whore,

to the girl I adore....

to the clean,

to the loved,

to the misunderstood...

Hey you! My sweet,

Mary to my Bo Peep.

Yes you! I write,

from my eyes... my sight!

As my kite flys

HIGH!

Like the love I feel for you...

Believe it,

believe the true,

the true I cannot undo,

because I've seen you!

Seen you cut my line down,

seen you laugh,

as my life unwound...

SO TO YOU!

How is it that I feel?

Please, tell me...

my voice is shrill!

From screaming frustrations

that you will.

And I want,

I want the things I can't,

I can't demand the facts,

can't demand my whats deserved!

And yet,

it keeps me coming back.

That part is what attracts

my whole obsession....

So keep,

keep mocking how I weep,

keep mocking how I sleep,

dreaming you my sweet, sweet obsession...

Speak,

speak what I cannot hear,

speak what will bring a tear,

because,

IT IS NOT SAID!

And that silent factor,

the silent factor that tears me,

tears me apart from every fiber,

But to you,

I can't stop coming back,

You, the only seamstress I know

the only girl I can show,

that hot, chilling feeling....

And your laugh,

the laugh coming from your lips-

that you smack.

Smack so that I may see you flaunting,

smack in ways so taunting,

in ways worthy of a sweet, sweet obsession...

So while....

while smirk and cackle- at me?- you will,

I'll sit and adore the girl,

Yes you, the girl I adore!

Who's face would be soft

if I could it caress upon mine.

I'm sure of that feeling!

Because yes,

while dreaming I may be,

hurt by your ignorant glee.

Sitting I could ponder,

and reveal my one true wonder,

MY DREAMS ARE TRUER THAN THOUGHTS!!!