But, this is the part where you are supposed to wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me.
But you don’t, you push me away, yell at me and curse my name.
I always thought you were mr. perfect, but i guess things aren't always as they seem.
I believed in you, but you cut me down like an overgrown ****.

But you don’t, you push me away, yell at me and curse my name.
I watch you anger face grow red and contorted with rage.
I believed in you, but you cut me down like an overgrown ****.
You gave me the idea you would never hurt me, but i guess that was another one of your many lies.

I watch you anger face grow red and contorted with rage.
Your voice rises and i cower down to the flow, putting my hands over my ears.
You gave me the idea you would never hurt me, but i guess that was another one of your many lies.
The whole relationship was a lie, everything you said, everything you did.

Your voice rises and i cower down to the flow, putting my hands over my ears.
I always thought you were mr. perfect, but i guess things aren't always as they seem.
The whole relationship was a lie, everything you said, everything you did.
But, this is the part where you are supposed to wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me.

Ablaze night, by the pearls white
Sickle moon, shinning silver in light
Thrift of the whistling wind
And tap of the hooves ringing loud
Rider of the sky
In whites of the cloud

Fiery vermilion on the fore head
Valiant like sun
Eyes like fire, tall stature with mountain strength 
His gallant armor with diamond harpe his only weapon 
Crown of his, unique of the clan
Heroic dazzle and rings of power in his hand 

 Shelter far away in the milky land 
In the galaxy of the stars 
With golden falls and silky sand
Red grasslands and purple hanging trees
Reverse in the times of the gigantic clock wheel 

Fire wings , of silk white
Flying open with the riding wind
To his hides,up away in the hills
Disappearing with the shade of light


Manisha

1.You shall not confine beauty, that which is in the eye of the poet charged to show it to the world.

2.There is no poetry better than the other, although your words are different you all bear witness to the soul's confession.

3. You will write freely not to incite popularity but to give truth to this art.

4. You shall never use poetry as self vanity but for exploring the spirituality within each other.

5. You will not be confined to the repetition that you have used in poetry, poetry is an exploration of the self, therefore the words are too an evolution of discovery.

6. The words will be therapeutic and truthful to the self so that you can see the truth in the world to bring about the compassion within.

7. You will bleed your self onto paper and very word will be yours for everyone else, there is no poetry without others to read it.

8. The words shall be as a confession that does not inspire sorrowful outlooks, but it shall inspire into action those who knew no better than before your suffering.

9. Being true to yourself first and foremost is an absolute; if you lie to yourself then how can one be a true person, much less a true poet?

10. Each poem will be a gift to the world, but it will never be greater than your dream and will always be inferior to the most marvelous of dreams which is the art of poetry itself.