I delete what i write, it's becoming a habit of mine. I write chapters and chapters. I reveal my deepest thoughts, i hang out my deepest fears. My emotions, my desires, my eveything i pour out. I'm strung out tighter than the chords on your guitars. As my aching fingers rest, i read out all my thoughts at best. I am revealed, peeled out and broken. I am ashamed, embarassed and stolen. I start to delete and deep down i know, that once they vanish you'll never know. The deepest secrets inside of me, screaming and aching waiting to b set free. 

A hidden gem inside of me
Staggered
Rough
Raw
Animalistic

A buffed up 
Clean
Crystal
Composed
A diamond for everyone's view

I am the charcoal waiting to b clean
I am the lead that sketches your dream
I am the rope that winds you to knots
I am the knife that slits all your thoughts

You are the muse that drives me insane
You are the hands that meddle with my brain
You are the sculpture that makes me
You are the artist that will break me

Someday
One day
Or iF never
Awake 
Dreaming
Forever
Never