Medley

How about sweet kisses in chocolate rain?
A pensive thought on the tip or your tongue.
My hearts beating so fast it could be mistaken for a galloping horse.
Are you up for fun?
A longing for affection; a simple, sweet touch?
How about heavy blocks of guilt?

I'm so solemn. I see why I was always invisible..
No one ever did see me really. They saw.. a shadow.
That's what I was. What I always was.

I could steal from a store, and be so afraid of getting caught,
but then secretly be more afraid of them not catching me.
It just proved.. I really wasn't seen.

PICK YOUR POISON: vodka, I'd say. And there would be a glass of liquid.
Then I'd float away like some residual haunting, and never be seen again.

If I'm ever seen it's because I'm marked with disappointment, or guilt.
and there's this red tally mark somewhere on me..

I'm not seen because;
I'm exceptionally beautiful,
or talented.. artistic,
skilled, or charismatic.
So if I'm invisible and I killed myself, would you even notice?