Manipulation.

What's that you say?
You're out to play?
You know so much;
I'm dim?

Within this game,
you have no shame,
and disregard
my win.

My temperament
has you content.
To split, to stay?
"Decisions".

But from my eyes
a compromise
I own your tricks:
precision. 

.

- as seen on Post Secret

you'll be the rhythm and I'll be the beat

Love is the harmony
desire's the key
love is the melody
now sing it with me.

Lykke Li

Cave.

Slowly slipping
drip drip dripping
he can't hide
behind her spark,

the brightest day
comes out to play
but in his eyes
it's dim and dark.

True to form
creates his storm
surrounds unseen
as others pass,

unknown inside
he's left behind
but it's his way
his only mask.

obsessed

Right on time

- as seen on Postsecret

Finish Line

A face that you've practiced
the face that they see
it's more than a cover
it's identity.

You're lost in a whirlwind
in time and in space,
but how good is the prize,
when the price is the race?