Lunar beam illuminates her room,
Through sleepless lonely nights,
And plethora of colors.

For a soul she dare to love and adore,
Heart skips a beat,
Seeing him with another.

May she conclude her feeling,
As a parallel line;
Often so close — yet never together.

Rat a tat tat, the rats were hungry tonight.

She often thought about laying traps to snare the stinking vermin, but they could smell every brave thought in that determined imagination of hers and every hidden crevice  of her captive mind.

Scrounging, hungry, ***** rats, scratching their way through her walls of peace and tranquillity for another slice of her magic.

One day, one day those rats will surely die from the potency of her will for them to leave, or, she will simply remove their tails one by one when she’s sharpened herself up enough.

A rat with no tail is a comforting thought in the midst of it all.

He spent so long peeling away her layers, never pausing, never giving up. When he unraveled the very last layer, he couldn’t believe his tired heartbroken eyes.

Her heart was rotten and dead and there was nothing striking of her left, he had peeled away every last layer in the hope that he would find something more beautiful than her flesh and all he got was a wretched ugly mess. Still, that will teach him for not looking inside first. Yet more evidence that the eyes tell lies.

A friend is watching me
I showed him my life last night
I made mistakes and he knows it
I may have done things he knows now

A friend can see me
And now I know what that's like
I know what others feel like
When they know all they do is being watched

A friend knows about me
And I can't decide if that's good or bad,
Whether writing this is another rope at the willow
Pulling its supple roots from the ground

A friend has found me
Dug me up from the ground
An ugly root, but one that makes
A flower bloom quite highly

A friend has shown me the sun
Something I forgot was there
I don't know if he stands me
I wouldn't like him to say

A friend has made me see myself
What a strange thing
What a strange worry
To forget your reflection

A friend has left me in my own hands
A complete little picture
Oil paint, that's the worth I know
That's the way my mind thinks these things

A friend has left me to think
What a valuable little thing
Like gold that's something stronger
Than brittle iron, fragile big steel

A friend has seen me
And now I have to live with that
Strange tides wash my feet
Coral rocks wink at me from the shore

People tell me what I am now
And I suppose that helps me think
Friends have found me on the beach
Putting out the sun again.

This is me
I am male
I am tall
I wear glasses
I have a short beard and hair that's receding slightly
I have a slight face
I am quite broad
I have poor posture
I have a rural accent
I like to laugh
I like to speak
I love to listen
I hate that word
I like your opinion
You gave me a nice drink, thank you
This is nice, isn't it?
I've travelled a bit
Where have you been to?
Ah yeah? I'm at uni too
Cool, nice to meet you.
I have poor posture
I have a slight face
I have a short beard and hair that's receding slightly
I like to smile at strangers leaving
I am tall
And that's it.

I do believe,
When hope seems lost,
And desperation overwhelms
What matters the most — is for him
To look at the midnight sky

I do believe,
With tears shed yesterday,
And fake smile on your lips,
What matters the most — is for her
To relieve one last sigh

Cause when the fireworks spark,
And the clock strikes twelve,
Should both him and her realize
What matters the most — is for them,
To kiss yesterday's pain goodbye.