island of misfit toys

He’s got glitter in his beard and glitter on his heart I must’ve fallen a million times but I aint never fall this hard He’s got this air of nonchalance and these eyes that speak of lands Where girls run with glitter in their hair and stardust on their hands He said he loved me a million times but it doesn’t go beyond the space between us I stand there waiting for either one of us to explode into a million shards Because there’s all this hidden energy as I wait for him to speak And he watches me bite my lower lip with his fingers twitching by his side He wants to reach out and hold me, I want to melt into his arms But I’m a strong independent girl and he’s a guy who won’t go that far Keeps talking about the glow in my eyes but it sounds a bit rehearsed Told him I’m good at detecting lies but left out its cuz I’m good at getting hurt. –feedback pls? Thanks!

He left Packed his bags and just left Didnt say a word and just left Like I was a part of the wall and just left I was beautiful and he left Had my hair down and he left Had my nails done and he left My heart wide open and he left Everything was perfect and he left He left man he just left.

Body. He said this is for the times I caught you trying to suck in your stomach, standing next to my female friends, you compare your waist to theirs. I see you linger longer gazing at yourself in the mirror, run a finger over your love handles, as if if you could, you'd pinch them off right there. This is for the times you hide your smile because you're always afraid the reflection would shine off your braces and into my eyes. And you try to play it cool but I see you blush when you order a large dinner next to a bunch of anorexic girls who think their prominent collarbones makes them beautiful. You're the most beautiful to me. Mind. Here's for the math equations you hypothesize, calculate, evaluate and apply, all in due time, without a blink of an eye. The intellectuality carried by your voice like a feather aloft in the breeze, Our first conversation about finding a cure for your mother's chronic disease And from that moment on, a window was opened into the galaxy that is your mind at all times, And if the world knew what's stashed beneath that mane of black, behind those silver eyes, It would be even harder to make you mine. But you humble-mumble, hide the fact that you know the answer to every question just so I don't look dumb. But your theories and explanation send a shiver that makes me go numb. Soul. Soul for the times you cry yourself to sleep thinking about Iraq and the Vietnamese, the curl of your finger inches away from my mine, the hidden message in your every design. For how everyday you barge into class late, slink into the backseat just before the teacher makes out your shape and calls you out. You smile to yourself, give me a thumbs-up, Though your eyes are tired and underlined from the number of times and juvenile rhymes you had to sing to put your baby brothers to sleep Because Mama was at the hospital again and Dad's somewhere sprawled across the street. And life has treated you so negatively but can't seem to find a way, to get you to eat less or talk less or fear more And you have me waiting here by the door, Not quite sure, Whether you'll let me in or lock me out, With you there is always room for doubt. But your Body, Mind & Soul is all I want, Although your Body, Mind & Soul are all you got.