kiss me like i'm air and you're drowning

Sorry*  Mom  for  being  a  hopeless   daughter
For  not  being  able  to    share  your­   burden
For  being  so  childish
For  being  a  ­bad  girl
Your  only  girl
Sorry  Dad  for  not ­ being   pretty
For  being  so  stupid
For  being  a  bur­den
For  being  a  worry
For  not   being  an   intelligent  girl
Your  only  girl
Sorry  Mom  and­  Dad  for   being  a  disappointment
For  being  your  girl
Yo­ur  only  *girl

–When a boy thinks of a girl–

his cheeks don't go red,
nor do his pupils dilate
but his heart beats as fast
as a horse's gallop in race

His lips strongly tremble
in the midst of conversation
his legs that won't settle
due to headstrong infatuation

her beauty overwhelms him
her cold hand warms his heart
her gaze,  like Medusa's
a romantic work of art

his thoughts full of appreciation
for whatever form she may have
a wonderful mem'ry,  imagination
a thought that can't be grasped

his thoughts he can't express
his mouth he cannot open
his words he can't confess
but his heart, ť was always broken

but all this is not really
'bout when a boy thinks of a girl
because in these words you can tell
that he had always loved her.

I have always been the earth.

There's soil in my veins.

All your armies,
All your soldiers,
All your tanks,
All your guns,
Against a boy, holding a stone
Standing there, all alone
In his eyes,
I see the sun,
I see the moon,
And I wonder,
I only wonder,
Who is weak?
And who is strong?
Who is right?
And who is wrong?
I wish and only wish
That the truth had a tongue.