Pining for a love that never was,
I listen to the crooning voices of jazz.
Boy, you made me tumble, you made me fall,
I lay at night dreaming of lips that never met.

Pining for you, I'm sad and lonely,
This are the autumn's blues of such life.

The orange leaves outside fall,
my rain in autumn.
The wind howls through the night,
forlorn whispers of your name.

I'm pining for you,
you who made me tumble, who made me fall,
I'm a leave on the winds of autumn,
Boy, I'm howling for you tonight.

Why love is so complicated?
Everyone says we need to love, but nobody want to fight for it
And in the end, love was no reason to coexist if both parts dont have the will to fight for it
In this case, the love disfigures herself and becomes one thing
One thing called prison
And shackles the one who loves in memories that are born to fade

God loves you,
When He allows hard times,
He never forgets you,
He knows you can make it,
And He gives you what you need to survive it all,
He wants us to love Him through thick and thin,
Always hold on to Him,
Your prayers don't go unanswered if you align them with His will,
Don't give up on God.
He'll never give up on you.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.


Don't fall for the boy with curly brown hair.

Don't fall for the boy who treats you with a blanket of clouds,

and when he sees you he floats into the open air.

Don't fall for the boy with utter oceans in his eyes,

Don't fall to fix him when you see the sad grey clouds in his ocean eyes,

Don't hold his hand don't dare to try

Listen to me,

take my advice.

Don't you dare fall for the curly headed boy with ocean blue eyes.

Gravel pathways across a
Graveyard.
Rainbows in
Garden sprinkler droplets.
Church tower swallows.
I know death.

I know its smell, the touch of
Something unalive. I know
Its feeling.
It is sharp, lucid and transparent.
White haze in open eyes,
Dreams and memories now

Forgotten.
Stones leaning like mourning
Heads against one another. Trees
In breeze, one has grown around
The single rusty lamp post.
I have stood in its light.

Stood in its light looking up,
Caught not crying over a tragedy.
I know death. I know its feeling.
Closer every time I think of it;
The opposite of a mirage.
Mine may very well one

Day be the first dead body
Someone has ever seen.
These blue eyes milky blind.
Arms like branches; twig fingers.
Life means surprisingly little with
Your hands upon its absence.

Leave my name on each bullet.
Show me your shadow,
Scythe and all.
Dead as burned trees and great
Grandparents. Rancid rest. Dirt.
I know death.

i tried, oh i tried
to reach out

did you not
notice?
the hummingbirds!

still

this metallic cold
of not belonging

never again
to be kissed