She's in love with a man,
Whose nothing but a myth.
A mystery unsolved,
But she won't stop at this.
The ending is a must,
One that has to be found.
Clinging to an theory,
As thoughts circle around.
She still can't read his mind,
As he send her mixed signs.
Not knowing what he wants,
She reads between the lines.

You asked me how much I love you
and I couldn't tell you,
not because I don't,
but because my love for you is something
that cannot be chained down by words
for it is something beyond the common tongue

But I do know that I love you as deep and vast
as the oceans that separates us,
and even though you can see the sun
while I see the moon,
it is comforting to know that we are
under the same sky

What she whispers to the deity

in her daily evening prayer
from her lips' quiver
I try to hear

I try to understand
what she asks of her god
with folded hands

is it her own welfare she prays
begs from the deity
well being of her family
wealth and safety

or her prayer is not that small
she asks god for the good of all

I am not sure
but deep within feel
her prayer is pure

through years of asking
but never receiving
she has quit
praying for any specific thing

she prays as a need
as an inseparable thought
whether god heeds her
or not.

I can't afford attachment
Because my peace of mind is too costly
Not that I don't truly care about anyone
It's just that nowadays it seems like trying to be nice
Is Like playing Russian Roulette with a submachine gun
Now it seems like playing with people's emotions is the latest form of fun
and you can't stop people from feeling, it's like trying to move the sun
So I can't afford attachment, I'm going to save myself excess pain

I wish I could pay for love as my tears fall down like drops in the rain...

follow tar veins
flowing through chiseled earth
to my obfuscated world where i'll wait

and if by dawn you arrive
in your whirlwind of grace
i'll show this place

we can dance
amid notes
amid words
amid silence

if you're willing to find me
before the morn breaks

Give me your hand,
Lemme guide you into my twisted mind.
Lend me your ears,
Lemme scream to you my pain.
Provide me your eyes,
Lemme show you the darkness.
Sell me your trust,
and I'll give you mine.
Grant me the gift of forgiveness,
Lemme forgive myself.
Give me the strength to survive,
The will to carry on,
and the heart to care.
**As I pray to a God I may or may not believe in.