Post 6

hes like a ticking bomb
that can go off at any time
a single word
or lack of one
can make him go balistic

as inspiration flows
like flying black crows
i wonder
if ill ever
live through this heart break

because each one is different
waiting for his response
tick tick
BOOM
he explodes once again

Post 5

shivers run down spine
hes too sexy
better looking than me

his beautiful body
i cant stop staring
its like nothing else ive seen before

the way his skin tastes
is like the sweetest cherry pie
i cant get enough
and i need him by my side

every night i lie awake
and wonder what it would be like
if you were here to hold me
for the entire night

i love you
i really do
its so damn true
i wish i knew
a million things too
and all the while it grew
this feeling of love for you

Post 4

your cute voices wont help you now
nor all the sorrys
or all the i love yous in the world

never tell me you hate me
it kills me inside

and every i love you
fills me with pride

so never tell me you hate me
cause a peice of me dies everytime

Post 3

hes his own brand of superhero
comes to me whenever i call
hes his own brand of superhero
and i know that if ever i fall

he'll lift me off the ground
he'll always be around

cause we all need a superhero
fighting our fears
wiping away our tears
and if superman cant save me
why would anyone else try?

Post 2

"She's my baby" he tells me.
Why can't I be his baby?
He calls me babe.
not baby.
He calls me mommy
because I take care of him,
but,
he's supposed to take care of me too.

He does a better job for the teddy b- I mean for 'winter'

Post 1

Funny, how he is.
Though he may seem
to be rough
and possibly harmful
to me,
to a chid
he could be, the most loving father.

Watching him cuddle
his small teddy bear,
the way he caresses it
and holds it gently
it makes me wonder.
The way he whispers
to it softly,
is the most adorable thing
ive seen a man do.

So why not me?
Why when he is angry
it takes him over.
I wonder as he lays the toy to sleep,
why that stuffed thing can't be me.
The thing he's gentle and sweet to,
why can't it be me?

Why can't the toy
that he loves so much
be me?
To be held,
and cherished,
and never woken,
or disturbed,
or to hear fights.

Why?
I wonder.
Why?
He gets annoyed with me
yet cherishes it.

Oh right.
I forgot.
The small bear isn't alive...