I want you to be here, next to me,
like the flowers that daintily grow
in the sand by the ocean.

I want you to be here, to cherish me
with your bright colours when I’m
nothing but grey stormy waters.

And I will be there, to soften the cold,
making sure you don’t ever lose
your petals with the January weather.

We could live an endless winter.

I cut your branches right before
you would lose the first yellow leaf.

I couldn’t stand the idea
of you falling for someone else.

There’s a girl in my dreams.
She looks exactly like me.
Same hair,
same face,
same body
but she is so beautiful.

She holds hands with strangers
and never waits till the next train stop
to tell someone how she really feels.
She is courageous.

I want to be the girl of my dreams
so someday, somehow
in a very remote parallel universe,
I can be yours.

I lost my mind
the moment I found yours.

You left my bed filled with a terrible nostalgia
Now I can’t sleep without dreaming you next to me
I conjure up your ghost
Why do you continue to haunt my sheets

Why do we need PG?
It's an ******* reality.
What will a child see?
*** and violence on TV?
There's *** and violence plenty more,
In schools, in alleys behind the store.
So let your children know the ropes,
So that you don't raise a corpse.

Finish me with your lips flushed;
rosé on my skin, whetstone
that surrounds me with moans hushed
pleading to have her love sown.