Dilemna?

There is a dilemma in whether we should meet
When I might rather stay in and be discreet.
And knowing I have already chosen.
Although I am  plagued with supposin.

Why do I often beat the retreat,
Knowing my victory will not be sweet?
Because although I made a choice,
I do not know if it was my own true voice.

Etymology offers no apology.
Because as it turns out,
The word itself is in doubt.

Some say it's 'dilemna', while others say 'dilemma.'
Potato, po-tahh-toh.
Who knows where the river flows?
Persona non grata.

Beauty and tragedy are one

Beauty and tragedy are one.
I heard about this girl.
I met her but she wasn't part of my world.
The girl could not eat.
I still don't understand this thing.

Why does beauty become a curse?
Why do some women choose
To deny themselves sustenance?
When we live in a world of abundance.
In the God-blessed United States.

What are the warning signs
That you don't want to be alive?
She had a heart attack
Because there was something she lacked.
The desire for food was not in her.

Goddamn it's a shame.
And I don't know who to blame.
I'm pretty sure it's the media.
And glossy magazines.
But I still don't dig that scene.

I am baffled by this girl's pain.
I have my own but it's not the same.
What is the pressure that laid her down?
It's a goddamned tragedy
That beauty has to be about shame.

 

ToGetHer

Your breasts are perfection.
And a bounty from God.
You are the light that shines upon
My head and my heart.

We have never met.
But I will never forget
Our first caress.
Such a work of art you are.

You are the rarest beauty
That God has ever made.
If you will be my bride,
My plans will be laid.

I am lonely and shipwrecked.
We really must connect.
Or I will be full of regret.
I think you are my muse.

There is only time to lose.
We can't turn it back.
Maybe you are the piece that I lack.
Or maybe you will give me a heart attack.

Goddamn it's frustrating
That I have been waiting,
Yet don't know if it's for you.
But I don't know what else to do.