Sweet Assault and Pepper

Simple hands held tightly
I want to get to know you better
Give me a chance to get behind the mystery
Pry it open, keep you open
Want you to get to know me better
Get inside my head, and see who I really am
We're ahead of ourselves
The warmth, pressing, shows
I can't be something true
Something real
Something ordinary
And you are the sun,
Something shrouded in ideas and theories
Who, what, where are you?

Veronica

No longer shall be shrouded in the mystery that is her last name,
Nor covered with the label that is meant for respect,
But revealed with the light that is inspiration.
A lighthouse at sea, where the souls make eye contact.
A person.
A human.
A depersonalized soul.
Detached by necessity.
The pupils poke fun and irritate, while I watch, detached.
What is this?
A time for thought? A time for fight or flight?
What is it to be in the comfy chair and roll,
Look to these fresh-faced canvasses and sigh?