My favorite part about me was you

After the rose garden blooms, the red king shall rise.
The sacrifice will be made.
Knocking the skulls twice, intertwining two species,
a goddess shall be born.
The death bringer queen with a peacock's feather eyes.

The quest for the answers that lie deep within shall continue.
The story of never ending self denial.
A spiritual path shall unravel.
A journey thought the heart's eye.
An evolution of an invidual.

An union will be sealed, forever.
Ying and yang, the moon and the sun, and them in the centre.
The ecstasy of a sacred bond.

You are my sun,

I don't want to be the dark side of the moon,

I want your rays shining upon me,

I want to bathe in them, be submerged.

Don't let me drown in the tides of my sorrow,

The crashing waves are tearing me apart.

The solid rocks are breaking to sand,

and so is my heart.

I wish You'd love me.
Your attention I desire.
The person you are I admire.
I cannot lose myself
For You.

You're my piece of art.
I am dying inside,
Containing my joyful feeling
Of Your perfection,
You ask me,
'Why are you looking at me like this?'

I struggle to find a balance between caring too much and caring too little.

A boy once said
You're hot.
But to be honest...
My **** is also hot.
You call it a compliment
I call it shittery.

When words attain your beauty,
It will be my duty,
To call your face so hot,
Because my words withhold.

The probability of me being improbable is highly definite.
The statistical occurrence of randomness
Is proportional to the flow of consciousness.