I drew a flower,
With your lips as a model.
The petals of bright colors,
Looking tasty like apples.

My flower has a heart shape
And perfect curves,
Satiny draped,
Shining like pearls.

Look ahead, and tell me what do you see.
Is it your present, your future, or what you used to be.

What makes you move forward. Is it your soul, your heart, or what you fight for.

My vision is blurred so tell me of my present, show me my future and retell my past.
My mind is empty so fill me with your warm soul, your sweet heart and your deep desires.

We are weird creatures,
Made to stumble in our own feet.
Struggling to stay in our own path,
We float on dreams that will never be realised…

We **** each other and love each other.
We hope to feel something real,
And yet we hide our true feelings
Like the weird creatures we are.

The moon is forever my goddess,
her pure beams light my path.
In this religion, enlightenment is not a process,
but a forever state of mind to have.

The forest will be my church,
roots will be my holy text.
The trees and I will merge
and the wind will listen as I confess.

I will be rebirth
and become one with the goddess.
Since heaven isn't on earth,
and I must have access.

There's this call of freedom
Surrounding you,
Like the wind blowing around,
Whipping your clothes on.

You're like a stallion
Running in the breeze,
No master, no chief.

An air of power
Fulling your lungs,
You keep your course,
Dreaming on

Fiery colors above our heads,

Long figures dancing around,

Flowing and draped in reds

With ornaments and crowns.

Nature's Kings and Queens.

Autumn in all it's splendor.

Some spectacular scenes,

Burning fast like ember.

Into an abyss,
I am sliding.
Through dark,
I am falling...

I have always been scared of heights
The thought of falling gave me frights
Yet I have fallen for you..
Despise all I knew.

Naively, I thought you liked me,
Though it seems we weren't meant to be.
You gave me butterflies and a head spin.
But in the end, this love has grown thin.

All I have left is this pain
And a hole in my chest that I hide.
Your bitter memory remain,
For it, too much I have cried.

I have always been afraid of heights
The thought of falling gave me frights.
But I'd rather fall in the blue,
Then fall again for you.