16.

I'll be there when times are rough

And just when you think you've had enough

We can run away together

Because we know that we can do better

Baby come take my hand and we'll leave this place

Don't you fear, our beating hearts set the pace

We got the world ahead of us

And the past is now left behind

So darling don't let go and know

That nothing is impossible

Alone, the world can break us down

But when facing us both we'll cause it to frown

Eyes will turn and mouths will fall

But we'll walk this life with our heads held tall

So baby come take my hand and we'll leave this place

Don't you fear, our beating hearts set the pace

We got the world ahead of us

And the past is now left behind

So darling don't let go and know

...That nothing is impossible

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Another collab with Mitch. This was written to be lyrics to a non-existent song. I dare you to sing it and see if you can make it sound fabulous.

15.

The Scientist

Everything obeys

a universal LAW.

Nothing happens

without a cause.

If one is not

present it will

be eliminated.

Natural Selection

REIGNS. Chance

is its mistress.

Questions were

created so that

they may be

answered.

Without

answers,

questions

become lonely

WHORES on

the streets;

a one night

stand begging

to be visited again and

again. Questions become

mistresses, answers

become aloe to the

guilt ridden conscience,

and Scientists become

GOD

                                                                                    

C

R

E

A

T

O

R

                    The Artist

Everything has a

PURPOSE. Chance

is Lady Lucks friend

and frequents the

mind often. Hands

become mouths, media

becomes words.

Questions were created

to be left unanswered.

They burrow into

the brain and work

the hands, trying to

MAKE a solution to

itself. It is a disillusioned

teenager; no self purpose,

no identity. Death then 

rolls the die, wins, and 

rescues the host from the

parasite question. Without 

artists, questions become souls. 

Artwork turns into bodies. 

They combine and the artist never dies. 

The artist becomes

GOD             

1 = t.o.i.l.

I wake to your lips

Not on my neck, but on my hips

Instantly they turn warm

With the clasp your lips form

My breath skips a step

A sharp rise of the breast

Heat pours from my soul

My body is begging to be made whole

With grins we pour into each other's eyes

Causing my body to take swift rise

I lay you down with my lowering chest

My heart speaks to the one it knows best

Words are becoming silent

Our hands are learning to speak

I cling needfully to your skin

No more delay, let it begin!

Your fingers run down the curves

Lighting the fire to my nerves

You're getting closer to the spot

That turns my cold skin to white hot

Lips are becoming one

Tongues are making our blood run

Moans escaping our chest

But our bodies talk the best

Love is seeping the sheets

Our hearts share the same beat

One Two One Two One One Two

You know just what to do

You're no longer at my mouth

Instead your lips have flown south

And nothing can stop you from igniting

This fire inside that I've been fighting

Minutes fly as I melt into flames

Nothing is lost but all is gained

Finally your lips decide to return to mine

They are the contract that you must sign

X. I am yours .

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Kept it PG for all you kids out there.

Love is such a fabulous thing.

(P.S. Italicized is what Mitch started to right, then I took it from there.)

14.

The Artist

She's goin nowhere

But everywhere at once

She sees the end

But is still beginning

Never having the right answer

Never believing she's wrong

She's an oxymoron in motion

She's a girl wanting the world

The Scientist

He's going everywhere

A goal set in his mind

He's got the answers

But they're far out of reach

Never give up

Never look back

Forward motion in suspension

He's a boy becoming the world.

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Both exploring. Both are learning. Neither know where they are going. All they know is that they'll get there.

Together.