Go, my weary soul, go and rest
Go, my saddened thoughts, go to bed
Close your eyes for a minute or two
Calm your heart that drowns in blue
Go, my lost friend, and look upon the crying skies
Go, my lost god, and find the missing stars by night
Walk one more step along the journey with the weight you have carried
Set your eyes for the treasure, all the memories you have buried
So go, my lovely dear, go and rest
Go, one last time, before goodbye and make do of the best

there’s a million stars,
a million eyes,
but i would choose yours in every life,
i’d recognize them anywhere,
i’ll never forget them.
your eyes have changed though,
they’re not red everyday now,
not full of tears,
there’s a hint of happiness in them nowadays.
you used to get lost in mine haven’t you?
but you’ve found a new ones.
tell me,
do they look at you with lust?
do they only see your body?
because mine saw right through you,
they didn’t wanna see you naked,
they looked at you with love.

there was this girl, she was pretty and funny,
she didn’t care about money,
i fell in love with her slowly,
but surely.

she was everywhere,
the out-going type,
i thought i could be someone she could like.

we became best friends,
i got to know her,
that didn’t make me like her any less,
but she saw that i was a mess.

the next week was hell,
felt like i was locked in a solitary cell.

i had no one,
not even her.
she was not just another someone,
she was supposed to be my forever.

i got used to isolation,
solitude became my refuge.
with other people i had no connection.

make-up here
makeup there
following the trends
next week it'll end
shopping to spend
daddy's money to rent
a fake smile
a clear skin
no underchin
jewelry and rings

so boys will see
straight from afar

what a dream you are…

fake

I hear "goodbye"

while you say

"stay another mile"

but girlie
don't you see
you're running a marathon

with high heels sweetie

I miss you
I love you
  
I could choose to converse
with various friends & acquaintances...
But it’s not them I crave to better know.
  
I’m so touched out!
children grabbing grasping,
pushing, pulling, dog-piling my body,
Unaware of where their bodies end
and mine begins...
Yet I crave that single touch
whose lightest brush
would send electric awareness
fluttering through my every nerve...
that single touch,
now farther than mere miles away.
  
My ears are worn with overlapping chatter
in competition for my listening attention
sounds bombard with needs... yet
that single voice that sings throughout my dreams
Is so long silent…deceased to me, I fear.
  
Friends and family repeatedly profess
Their deep true love for me.
(yes, those children hold my love!)
Yet, it is you to whom my heart returns
It is YOU from whom I seek heart-stopping reminders:
“I DO love you”
  
It's you I need
It’s you
always you