I cut myself today and I was bleeding
words...

Now that I think of it, I have been feeling sick
since the first day I met you

So...
You have infected me with love...
And I, have become a poet

Don't you have mercy on me?!

You cruel beautiful soul You

You said you can't because you don't feel the same
But you don't have to feel the same!
Actually, don't even care about me!

Just use me,
Use me to satisfy your desires
Use me to fill your needs
Use me like a piece of cloth
Use me to wipe your tears
Use me to dry your blood
Use me to clean your dirt

Then just throw me away
Or break me into pieces

It doesn't matter as long as I get to touch you again

The way I feel about
you makes my heart
long to be free  .  .  .

How wonderfully mysterious the life is
A beautiful architecture,a puzzle,a bliss

I am a composer trying to write his song
But half of me is missing,
Surrounded by the crowd i still feel alone

I feel incomplete,my melody is scarce
I am drowning into notes to which i divorce

My other half...
I wish i knew how she looks like,
I wish i knew where her presence resides
But my soul is still rummaging...

It remains just the desire that deep inside me hides