I'm made up of
false hopes
and
**unfulfilled wishes

If my mind were a galaxy,
You would be every twinkling star,
Every asteroid in the belt, every racing comet,
And every moon orbiting the planets.

If my mind were the ocean,
You’d be the billions of water molecules,
The crashing waves, the grains of salt,
And the infinite number of fishes.

But if your mind were either of these,
I’d be but a speck of space dust,
And a creature in the deep abyss;
Invisible and almost non-existent.

There's nothing like the hands of a man wrapped around your mind body and soul
you might feel upset and cold but with one look, touch, or hug makes your heart feel like a 24 Carrot gold
and don't we all like to be healthy ?

The call is for the dreamers but we never sleep
we are always up to date always awake
because though we can tell you the integral of an exponential function there are still some mysteries we can not equate
but wait there's more in store for the young man in the back of the class. each and every test he barely passed. Smiling like everything's fine at every girl that pass  
but won't say hi because he's still living in the past.
But when we let the past pass we're left with the present of the present and we dream again until the next passing of the past.

Nothing changed
Until nothing remained
In your head
You wished
To be oxygen to the whole world
And everybody to read
Your future bread
Work hard

I'll pick seashells for a century.
Build you a castle.
I'll pave each floor with
Individual grains of sand.

One for each breath I took
That carried whispers of my
Wanting you.
I'll carve pictures into the

Walls with my fingertips.
Spending years on each detailed
Feature of your smile.
Diving the depths of every ocean

For pearls to render it just right.
I'll mine with my bare hands
Through mountains' hearts for
The black diamonds of your pupils.

Foundations built with my bones.
My blood a crimson fountain in the
Centre of its innermost room.
I'll shape a throne from the ashes

Of your every threat. Facing a fireplace
Spaceous enough to hold suns.
Here, rest your feet on a stool of
Your worries. Behind a door so heavy

Only loved ones can open it.
No ill intentions may cross this moat.
Sleep in a starlit tower room,
On a bed of clean contentment.

Stronghold of pure, divine beauty.
As you are to me. I'd create it for you,
With nothing but myself. Just because
You'd never, ever ask me to.

I have the muse
I have the words
I have the need
I have the force
yet when I try, I come up dry
and end up, for the worse