Beauty and beast, mighty and fame
Bitter but sweet, my lover in a game
Love and hate, pretty by name
I wish I wished, my heart is hers
Smooth and rough, far but near
Near yet far, I yearn for more
Forward and reverse, reverse and forward
Chances I had made to waste
I lie and think, just my mistake
Where ever you are, however, you are
Yes I did, just as thought
I fell for you without a sight
But oh courage, if I had
Wedding bells would ring
I buy my ring, After our thing
Now I dream, of you alone
For one day you know
That I did for you
Same you for me
I loved you in hide as you loved me in hide
Love goes waste

can you see yourself?

the dull acid dripping
off your tongue with every word you murmur -
merely allusions of misery.

and that storm cloud you carry around with you on such a
short leash - as if being struck by a single sun beam would burn you
to the ground in an instant

but you are bright enough to put the stars out on the street and
send the moon running.

and in a race with the galaxies, you could surely win
if you wanted to.


true agony
is watching you put out your own light.

Pitter patter shoes on the pavement

A young bird watching falls in love with the sound of

Soles on the ground

Souls on the ground

Shoe laces knotted neatly

Scuff marks on the toe

The young girl sits below she

Cries she lifts her eyes she falls in love with the sound of

Music ringing

The bird, singing

Feathers float slowly down they rest on the tendrils of hair

The tendrils of hair float around her eyes they frame her face

She is alone she is

She is She is

Who is she?

She is giving up the bird is getting up

The bird fell in love with the way her sadness caused

Eyes to avert caused rain to fall pitter patter on the ground

The bird falls the bird falls

Gleaming black eyes peer at the girl

Peer past the scuffed toe the knotted laces the knobby knees

The downcast face the tear stains the braces

Broken wing broken wing

The bird is Broken but it’s little heart flutters

Never has anything looked so beautiful as

The sun forming a halo round the face of an angel

Never has anything been so beautiful as

The tears that are falling for He and He Alone

I'll compare your beauty to art,
And you'll silence me,
For my words are too bitter sweet,
But I'll always try to make you my muse,
Even if you won't admit to your bitter sweet looks.