How I wish that I could describe,
how I feel when that music strikes.
Tickling all my senses inside.
Passion warms me as it ignites.

Tunes by my side, clock strikes midnight.
Boosted through miles - I run, I ride.
Heartache, love and peace coincide.
Music narrates my opaque life.

I want to fly, I want to dive.
I want to live and feel alive.
For once I lack the wish to die.
My heart, my soul, my feelings revive.

I have never felt this way about anyone before now.
But I have also never felt depression until this hour.
You are a spot of peace, in a mind on
fire.
But what if you are not heaven, just a lesser hell which I desire?

shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined

Why do I harbour time? I wish it all be mine.
I don't like using it, rather freedom permit.
I try to keep it close, always away it goes.
Not naming where I know, subconsciously I chose.

You held my hand last night,
we fit like key and lock.
Only for eachother,
the fullness made me gawk.
The film was lost on me,
I did not hear the talk.
Friends asked if it was good,
I have a mental block.

Our fingers intertwined,
the feeling stole my mind.
Bodies and hearts aligned,
connection undefined.
Fingers and arms like vine,
effortlessly they bind.
Wherever did I find
such a boy to be mine?

For six months I've liked you,
wondering if it works.
It should not on paper,
and yet I felt such sparks.
I felt ever faker,
these feels I tried traverse.
There was no end in sight,
my blessing and my curse.

I lay on your shoulder,
my comfortable pillow.
Your arm filled both of mine,
ever mine to borrow.
Not having you near me,
already brings sorrow.
See you January,
my beautiful lover.

Goodnight Bubbles, sleep tight

Goodnight Buttercup
...

You haven't said "don't let the bedbugs bite"

Because I don't want to let you go

(internal squels)
I don't want to go

But I guess you have to

I guess I do