Oh he's gotten inside my chest and messed me up.
He's cleared my thoughts of clutter and brought in new ones.
He's broken my words apart and formed new meanings out of them.
He's spread my legs wide apart and gotten closer to my body than anyone else.
He's shattered my beliefs and opened up new ones.
He's burnt me down to ashes and lit a new fire in me.
He's turned me to paste and cooked me into a well decorated meal.
He's broken my rules and made me form new ones.
He's played the wrong keys and created the right music.
He's the birth giver and a caretaker.
He's a road sign in the middle of a forest.
He's a creeper growing around a broken building.
He's color on a desaturated screen.
He's the heart of a child with a body of a man.
He's the soul of the poor and the luxury of the rich.
He's the image from a magazine and a negative of a graveyard.
He's the god of time and the slave of human nature.
He's a false promise and an opportunity of strong belief.
He's a signature of a principle but a consequence of emotions.
He's hell to the mind and heaven to the heart.
He's a moment, a phase, a journey, an impact.
He is neither the past nor the future.
He's love and lust.
He.
