they call me: gypsy, runner, thief
be you my gold, my feet, my greed

meet me on streets
we have not seen
unwarrant wants, deep breaths, relief

I will not front;
give you my teeth

we're breaking rules, my dear
we're weak

I am not yours

o b v i o u s l y

claim me
this own
without defeat

I'm chasing dreams
but i don't sleep

my pillow smells like you
like need

so lost behind
what I can't seek

f i n d i n g that time holds no belief

that I was freed
c u r i o u s l y

I watched you leave my street
quickly

that I should wait
so p a t i e n t l y

to bring your body back to me

I will not beg
I wouldn't plead

but I would have you still believe
you'd still have me if you should leave

should you come back I would agree

for you i'd gather everything
not rings, but things that you might need

I'd love you deeper than the sea

in love with you , i am
*a l r e a d y

The art of blue.
Underneath the moonlit sky
When the streetlights hurt your eyes
And the cold breeze pierces through your skin

When the colors seem to fade
And the whole world turns to gray
When your footsteps echo through the night
Yet no sound is made

Roam! Roam until the silhouette should find its shadow.
For the sun will shine and you'll be whole again.

Though you should keep in mind:
The art of blue
Is ever to remain with you.

(You know the blue because the blue is you.)

Still struggling to tell myself how fine I was
Remembering I was one without flaws
I had a life before you,but why's it hard after?
Is it cause you left tears where you found laughter?
Is it cause I can't even eat?
Is it?

Someone once told you,
“Boys don’t cry.”
And for a while,
you believed them.

But like a flower,
kissed by the sun
and nurtured by the rain,
you opened yourself to the world.

And the world can be harsh.
Cloudy days can be cruel.
But if you wait for the sun,
I promise it will come back.

Your empathy may destroy you,
but that’s the price you must pay
to feel happiness and love
as deeply as you do.

And they will tell you,
“You are weak.”
But darling,
you are not weak.

And they will tell you
“You are less than.”
But darling,
you are more.

Boy who cries, you are beautiful.
But they will tell you
you are not.

Don’t listen.

I want to say all I feel for you's hate
But that ain't the the real truth
Much as my mind is convinced I do
My heart can't stand telling lies
I want to walk away from my fate
But that thought doesn't soothe
My Soul can't stand goodbyes
I should be camouflaging the pain
Hiding my agonized tears in the rain
Yet It's something I won't
Because I love you, I just can't
Much as I really want to