the imprint

I want to always remember
 your skin
and the feeling of your body 
pressed against mine.

I want it to burn into my brain,

to be branded 
on the inside 
of my mind.

I don’t want the thought
 of you touching me,
to ever leave my head.

Overpowered

I ain't even from here,

and I run this town bitch.

The jury has spoken

and I'm still the shit. 

Majority rules.

You lose.
The numbers don't lie though,
check the scoreboard.

Overpowered.

Outplayed. 

Strike three sweetheart.

You're out.

The soul.

From the outside looking in,
there was a light glowing softly.
It looked warm and cozy,
like somewhere I'd like to stay.

Through your eyes,

Into your soul.