You told me to does this...

And you've been the smoke in my lungs,
the drags are getting shorter but you don't seem to be lasting as long.
Now I'm coughing up blood dripping from my heart,
you stabbed straight through the back, and right into the meat.
And its all because of the words you've fail to speak,
but all the action that you gave me last week.
My bed is empty now on the side you use to sleep,
and I won't change the sheets,
because in my dreams you come back to bed.
back to me...
The bottle hasn't left the shelf,
because its the last thing your lips touched.
Even after me...
And I'm saving that drink for the last.
I hate that I thought we'd last through the winter,
cold got to your heart, before me.
And I'm sorry baby, but that bottle of whiskey isn't going to melt the ice
as fast as my body heat could.
So come back,
and pull off your shoes and your jacket.
I'm all the heat you'll need.
I'll warm you up quick,
just give me the word.

There you go Mr. Avery.

We all know my writing is nothing compared to yours.
but you told me to post some, so i started.

Why are people intimidated by my writing?

Edit: That's good. I've always thought your writing was good. It's why I said I wanted to write with you on several occassions.

hahaha, I don' t know. Maybe because it's better than everyone else's?

I dunno... I have my moments, but I've written some really shitty stuff before.

eh, everyone has written something shitty sooner or later.

What's with all this writing on this board?

Must have something to do with the poetry and literature.