"A hundred hearts would be too few, "
Oceans and seas are not enough,
to carry all my love for you.
To hold my love would be so tough!

Each morning when I see your smile,
And when I look into your eyes,
It’s like the day I walked the aisle,
I see the stars lighting the skies.

Day after day I hold your hand,
I walk with you year after year,
You are my Queen from Fairyland,
And heaven starts for us right here.

Your every hug, your every kiss,
A precious gift, eternal bliss.

You used to be my pink skies and cotton candy clouds but now everything is grey, rainy and miserable.

And it makes me want to cry.

We're going in a different direction now and I am not the one who pulled the steering wheel.

I no longer see my open fields flooded far and wide with cherry blossoms and all the green sparrows have flown away.

They are crying now and I can no longer hear your voice.

Instead, it is all a barren wasteland. And the sand is not even at least the beautiful orange the Sahara desert always is.

All the portraits in my castle have gone blank. The castle itself, war torn, brought down to rubble as a result of the battle I fought within myself.

I may have lost the battle but I have not yet lost the war. I hope.

Unfortunately, our worlds did not collide as subtly as I had prayed. It was a violent mishap, an event outside of time.

I sit silently and alone in the centre of my dreams as I have witnessed them being violently washed away by ocean waves with my hands tied and bound by my admiration for you.

You like beaches right? That has to mean something, maybe a reason for you to stay a little longer.

You are my Dystopia.

But dystopia is subject to interpretation.

And what is yours will never be mine and what is mine you do not even want at all.

My dystopia sounds like it belongs in a book, but we all know how long that lasts.

Burn the books!
Cover them in kerosene!
Destroy the present and all that's been!
No more ideas should exist
If someone objects; cut their wrists

The word is our's
Reality is made by us
No more books allowed
They cause a lot of fuss!

Ignorance is bliss
Books bring back hate
Knowledge is nothing
But misery's bait.

Your thoughts are our's,
Your mind's not yours,
We have an eye in all the doors,
So why hide in despair,
Just give us your books,

We will bring you happiness,
We'll help you love this place,
If you refuse however,
Your ashes will fly in space.

Stars above, moon so bright
Will you heed my song tonight?
Lyrics of joy, verses of pain
Melodies of loneliness run through my veins
I cry at the heavens
Like the wolves and their brethren
Hoping to catch a soul who might listen
The chords so joyful tell a sweet tale
One that can be heard on a passing gale
We can dance together
Like long lost lovers
Ready to see what the darkness uncovers
Until the sun rises
And again you shall rest
We'll travel the night
On the light we know best

some people think “i just write”,
trust me,
i do,
but they don’t know that there’s so much story
veracity,
sincerity,
heartbreaks,
landslides,
sacrifices,
c­ourage,
in between words,
in this world,
it takes me to pour everything,
in what “i just write”.