Everyday I put on a smile,
And act like I'm okay.

I act like i didn't cry myself to sleep
The night before.
I look act strong on the outside
When I'm really crumbling on the inside.

I act strong for my friends
So they don't worry.
Even though I would love to know
If someone really did care.

I act like I think I'm pretty
So my friends won't tell me I am.
I act like I already ate
So they don't force me to eat.

I try to be the real me
But I can't.
My life has become nothing but
One big act.

~

My flower, my precious one
to know your love
in the drifted rise of dawn and
honeysuckle flower
is to dream euphoric splendour
in the middle twilight glare,
the whispers of moonbeams
on incandescent sky star,
to breathe the breeze effervescent
flowing on the windswept
fields of petals of sunflower
under enchanting blue sky wishes,
to fall without cease in the love
beyond the borders of the north and
faltering horizons
of a desperate distant desire
My flower, my precious one
to know your love
is to know a world does exist
*for us only