A flower bending
in the wind doesn't actually
yield, though it seems so

Are we ***** of thought
or shapes of mass hoping to
hold on to something

beautiful and
ever-growing, heart-stealing,
even all-knowing

I am afraid for
what he would do if one day
he caught me crying

Study your hopes and
fails; you might find you will grow
weary of it all

Before I go to
bed, let me say, we belong
in dreams anyway

I.
He doesn't have a
harmonious voice but he
does know what soul is

II.
She hated his song.
But, secretly in love, she
forgave him for it

My breath goes to you
Not my dying breath, but the
bubbles from this sigh

Eyes are sensitive
Heart is foul on the outside
But you are moving on

Scarlet, come to me
shine on me, want me, drag me
to a white altar

The globe on top of
the cabinet wants to fall
Has a world of woes