Call It Love

I hope my words make you anxious May feelings of uncertainty cloud your mind May you second guess yourself To take a lover of your own desires Look over your shoulder when you walk down an alleyway Nervous noise take flight  Have you ever had a lover so divine I hope you realize your mistake…

A Dish Best Served Cold

Crumble my broken dreams into a pot Add a bit of deception Boil over medium heat Add finely chopped doubt and depression Season with a pinch of heartache and regret Stir gently to keep the stew intact Simmer to a thick sauce Let the sauce cool before serving  Revenge is best served with a smile…