What is a kiss?
A display of affection?
Or the combination lock
Of a solid connection?
If you'll give me your combo
I'll give you mine
An everlasting bond
Frozen in time

If this could be fiction I’d rewrite the end
Erase the part when you said I’m just a friend
I’d underline the place where you gave me your heart
and backspace the line when you tore it apart
I’d embellish the story to make it seem true
If this could be fiction, I’d still be with you

If I could say another word
To tell him how I feel
One more word to let him know,
then maybe we could heal
But if I tried to say something
I know he’d turn away
He’d never want to talk to me
And there’s nothing I can say

I could write a hundred poems
About the way I feel
I could write about my heart
How it will never heal.
I could write a hundred poems
Waiting for your love
I could write a hundred poems
About what I’m thinking of
I could write a hundred poems
Waiting for the sun
I wrote a hundred poems
And this is 101

Why moon is more poetic
than the sun?
When beneath in it are lovers,
walking hand in hand;

Why rain is more poetic
than a day?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why is it so hard to read
between the lines?
Why choosing once loving arms,
saddens someone's night?

When expressing loneliness
is so much to distinguish,

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me,
than myself.

Why tears are more poetic
than a thousand smiles?
When crying,

crying is the only
thing to be done,
when words left unspoken:

Why wounds heal,
but scars still remain?

I don't care —
for she'll ever be loved by me.
than myself.

Questions seeking for answers.
Answers which are lost.

And even if I can' t have it now,
I know who is my choice.

I don't want again to wander alone
in the forest,
For there's nothing more poetic
aside from loving her
than loving myself.

We've been in each other's arms for not too long —
but long enough to know that I love you,
no more trust will be fading — I am yours
and there thy rainbow comes.

When thy ravens start to become white,
when thy morning will never bring out the light,
when our ship has already arrived to the shores —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When thy stars in the sky will never shine,
when there'll be no more words left to rhyme,
when you can't read anymore between the lines —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When you will turn into a new leaf,
when you bury to once graveyard, thy mem'ries
when you walk a million miles away from me —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When we surrendered to take the bulls by the horns,
when thy peace, never be coming back to our home
when we can't follow anymore where thy river flows —
there I'll stop from loving you.

When every diamond will be broken by gold,
when thy mountains, or thy valleys will be moved
when I'm dead, and will be withered along each road —
there I'll stop from loving you.

There's a girl I know,
She's a rose.

Beautiful,
Bright,
Attractive,
Original,
but Deadly.

It is best not to mess with this flower.
You will only be given pain and cuts.

Watch and appreciate,
but will you risk your pride?

Try and talk to this girl,
she will let you,
Try and court this girl,
she will **** you,

I warn you all,
She's a Rose,

God gave her Knives,
she will use them if you get too close,

Like a Rose

You cannot grab on,
without blood spill.

She is Beautiful,
Bright,
Attractive,
and Original,

But will anyone take the risk?
And feel the bloodshed?
To feel great pain?
For the great reward of the Rose?