I write a song for you
So you could sing it for her
I pour a poem for you
So she would feel like the stars and oceans and thorns and thunder and earth and sunrays and moonlight and rivers and wind

What you ask me to do
My heart the ink
Of the prose you'll give
From me to her.

Indescribable, once again

The storm and monsoons and trade winds and fall and winter and summer and rain and rain drops and atomic theory and i

All at once
Beautiful and powerful and hurtful

All at once
Lovely, serendipity, a mix of desire

All at once
All the words

Give it to her, recite my scribbles destined for you

Give it to her, the envelope concealed along with my hidden feelings for you

Give it
All to her
Be happy,
be
     with
            her

Let her read
Let her savour
Let her love the words
That describe where I revolve

My forests my snowflakes the beams of the sun and the sun itself and typhoons that break people and the ineffable entirely

All the beauty in the world that illuminate you

peace, peace,
hummed the moon,
as she looked down upon you,

quiet, quiet,
hummed the stars,
as the dying ones whipped,
from up far.

hush now, hush now,
cried the planets,
who start to fragment.

easy, ease,
told to me,
by the lonely maple trees.

sleep now,
says mother, father,
child of the earth.

rest your head, hold your heart high,
said everything
beyond the sky.

You've scooped me up,
in your caring hands,
touched me with a love,
no fool could withstand.

Held me close,
and held me tight,
you sweetheart,
are my love at first sight.

Share this longing,
in our bones,
in you my love,
I have found a home.

I found you, I've found you,
my golden man,
you and me,
let's conquer the land.

sunshine fella,
mine forever,
you and me,
let's ride together.

I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his *****.
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?

within the confines of defining
definitions are never lost
it's set in stone, there's no combining
it's a line that you can't cross


throw away your dictionary


it's your thoughts they are confining
like a self discovery loss
it's your mind, but they're assigning
another line that you can't cross