i went home with your scent
don't ask me what my words meant
i want to say it, but i cant
three words, softly written

is this the right moment?
tell me what you are waiting for
you have fixed all my dents*
you've proven, now i want more.

Coffee is Coffee
and Tea is Tea
Burn your lips and think of me

She took my hand
She left her man
She drove all night
She smiled delight
She rode my wheels
She met new friends
She laughs and squeals
She makes an end
She loses control
She falls in love
She skips the toll
She likes to chug
She commits herself
She ***** well
She finds the light
She sees that I am not alright
She wants me now
She needs me now
She will never leave me now
...At least that's what I believed.
She fades away
She never stays
She wants another
She loves my brother
She takes me back
She doubts
She doubts
She doubts
She leaves.
****** her.

Beware: Do not fall in Love with an artist.

An artist is definitely the most dangerous to fall into a relationship with.
You won’t even know you’re the exact facsimile of their work.

They will tear your heart to bits,
more than likely to generate a new showpiece.

They will watch your irises go from fields in bloom to dull skies,
and your black pupils go from metallic to charcoal.

They will be able to stroke your hair softer than a paintbrush,
and watch your little detail emerge from something pallid.

They will be able to memorize the structure of your face,
then round your cheeks and chisel your dimples into rock.

They will sing lightly the melody you’ve made,
as they cling to your torso as if a life source.

Do you see the danger?
For the love of god, beware.