Slice the sun
Wield Its nucleus
Feel the throbs
Of its light
That's me
Part of you
No half-life
Me and you

Sometimes I feel I don’t belong
And wonder, is it me who’s wrong

Should I lie in order to change
Or would I rather seek revenge

Fight for my life and my true side
That’s been hiding so deep inside

Or just decide it’s not worth it
That maybe right, was the culprit

What is the path I should follow
For what to choose, I do not know

Hero or foe, what will I gain
For in the end, one shall remain

The mind, divine
Through the vine
Of time
Tangled, entwined
In some
Grand design
Of marvelous form
And numberless prime
A nothingness enshrined

All the light
We cannot see
Lovely, dark,
Soundless and deep
Figures shift, restless
In the mist
A maskless mayhem
Patiently waits

Every morning and every night
Srarting from the sunset to the sunrnise
Wether you are awake or sleeping
Wether you are near or away
With every second passing
I will always love you
In all possible and all ways
I will always love you
Till the end of my days

You are my dearest love
Of all the time
You are my one and the only
And I'm glad you are mine

I did believe in miracles
Still believe though
But never for me
You are my miracle and

I will always love you
In all possible and all ways
I will always love you
Till the end of my days

I am holding your hand on my heart
it is a grip I can not let go of
because if I do
so will you
Time goes as went
communication will not mend
                                                   - Where are you?
                                            - When are coming home?
Days turn into weeks
kisses turn into bruises because
In love, all is fair
In love, you must beware
The butterflies begin to whine
as fear is digging into my spine

I gave to you my all away
All I ask is for you to stay...

I hated it.
Every single time
you called me beautiful,
I hated it.

I get it;
I have blue eyes,
long hair,
a thin body.
Everything you wanted.

But there's so much more to me than that.

I bet you wouldn't have liked me
if I had shorter hair
and a little extra weight.
That's why I realized I don't want a guy
who constantly calls me beautiful.

I want to be called
mesmerizing,
fascinating,
breathtaking.

Those words say much more about the real me
than "beautiful" ever will.

if the walls of my bedroom could talk
they’d say how i cry
to the moon
holding my breath
giving myself chest pain
convincing my brain
that it’s from the novacane
i force myself to take
because now & days
i numb myself
to be washed in your acid rain
because it still lives inside me
storming away
anytime i choose
to speak your name