I can be the great ice...
Taking on the titanic
The great tsunami, flooding asia.
I can be like brimestone to gommorah
I could even be a rain storm on a Sunny day, changing the weather, and being unpredictable.
I could be like the wisdom of old men
And happily smile on sad days.
But each time i hear your voice,
Mine cracks a little
And i melt into a thousand pieces.
I stop at the shores of China...
Be a blizzard in soddom
And let the sun shine free on it's days
And when i listen to you speak again, even the wisdom of old men
Wouldn't be able to keep me from breaking.
You do things to me, without doing anything.
When i fell for you,
I think i bruised both knees.
It's a shame you couldn't fall.
You're still standing tall.

Maybe if I cried so hard
You would hear me.

Maybe if my tears become so much
You would drown in it.
...
.

That's what I am.
Like an art on a canvas.
Only just to be admired, nothing more.
Only pleasant to your eyes, when you saw fit.
My only existence was to satisfy your needs.
You could've at least looked at me with love in your eyes.
If You're going to cry wolf
You should mean it.
My anxiety became the only subject matter, and she gave me advices because you were never here.
I was only useful in a useless way.

I was useful in loving and supporting you.
But all of those were useless
Cause you still went back to her!

In the warmth of the night.
You flew past, slowly and silently
Enough to not make the leaves creak
But like a sweet loving wind, not harsh.
Just enough to make chills run down one's spine.
I loved every moment of us, you lit me up like a lantern, and continued to increase my fire output, my wick was long so it could burn.
But after I ran out of fuel.
Like the wind, you flew away!

Love became empty!

I wonder if they don't see our efforts.
Just because we don't show our tears
Doesn't mean, that we have none

I wonder what they'd think of us, if we stopped lying...
They wouldn't know, that the truth will tear them apart.

I wonder what they'd do, if we stop loving them?
Would they be relieved, or would they cry??

I wonder if they'd cry after seeing our tears.
But you know...

Boys cry too!! We just smile better.

If I was a ballerina...
Swan lake, wouldn't have been able to be my only performance.
Where the sun rises, for Genesis to exist.
How can one's heart be so soft in the strongest way possible!?
My mother, isn't an angel, but I'm sure it took God two extra days to make her.
How else would you explain that.
A woman would hold so much quintessence.
Her presence makes a bad day taste like a vanilla ice cream on a summer beach.
Stella, if you decided to replace a star today.
You'd make the laws of physics confused.
Cause baby, you'd shine so bright, the sun would be like a faint candle light on a pitch black night.
Thank you for being born.
Happy birthday love!