Funny how i feel blue,
yet all i see are grey clouds,
There’s no sun beaming through the canopy, only rain that falls.

I met a soul, beautiful,
No matter what, she matters most,
So everyday I send her letters to let her know that I won’t let her go,
My love for her, I let it flow and let it grow,
Let it slowly expand within me explode and throw me at her like stones in catapults, my home is the heart that beats under her flesh and the corral of bones, so let me die there, bury inside a tomb in your catacombs.

We’re everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve touched and everything that has ever touched us.
Through every adventure, every escapade, each experience is defining, all that we’re is all that we know.
So what are we if not an accumulation of our memories, an agglomeration of all our knowledge.

I guess things are only complex because we’re superficial.
This universe is only big because we’re small.
Life is only hard because we’re weak.

Why would I bring to you dead flowers, when I can put you among living ones.

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.