the nightingale
in the
golden cage
singing his heart out
gazes
as the
dancing silhouette
of the
free birds
following
the orange rays
of
the radiant sun
daily
mesmerize!

Three, four, five, six
Episodes in a row.
Me, more, ice, chips,
Can't do this anymore.

I check my phone - no messages
I moan and groan - bad premises
I'm all alone - mood perished

Carried by a small stream to the vast sea of apathy,
And i can't swim

Am actually hurt
But its a good pain
I shouldn't have expected more
But I still love you

Her soft touch
Warms my heart
She fills my life with
Happiness and joy
And the way she slowly
Kisses me,
One glance at her
And your in love
When she walks by
People stare at her she's beautiful
She's an Angel from above
She's the one I truly love
She's truly beautiful,
She fills my heart with
Complete desire
Her soft touch
Warms my heart
And sets my
Soul on fire.

Is it really weird to be weird?

I think it's weird not to be a bit weird.