Its funny
I just change the way people call me
As a fresh start
A fresh beginning
But it's true it won't change my past
I don't care anymore
Or at least that's what I'm trying

I shall write about you
until the ink runs out
until the trees get old
until the ship sinks down
until they dig deep down
to find the fossils which are running out
giving diamonds and gold to your beloved ones
displaying an apparent proof.

People can't stop loving just as much as they can't stop hating
all the broken hearts
which may take eternity to heal
I am one of you
as I walk down alleys  
I sight history in a man's eyes
I sense their lungs weakening
I observe their dry lips
you see the liquor hasn't done too good.
I hear people screaming through mere silence.
I shall continue to write about you
until this world seems bright.

I could do anything I want to do.
I could be anything if I wanted to.
But I'll waste my time
living a beautiful lie.
At least I can say that I
lived while I was alive.

we're partners in crime
(if crimes were adventures)
and we were adventurers
(if adventures were conversations)
and we shared discussions
(if discussions were love songs)
and you made me sing them
(if singing was sharing)
and all of your wisdom words and stories
(if lies were true)
and we actually met
(if i wasn't me)
and you weren't you
(if we weren't friends)
we'd be perfect

I whisper your name to myself,
and it puts this smile on my lips that's hard to wash away.
This feeling that's come over me,
Is so very warm.
It spreads with delight from the top of my head,
to the very tips of my toes.

I'm tangled in words and emotions, thoughts spin out of control. Hypnotising me in endless day dreams. Possibilities as countless as heart beats.

You must be my new fascination.
I'm beginning to settle in,
becoming to comfortable in your thoughts.
I wonder how good your lips might taste touching mine,
How your body might feel under my touch.


Lay me down,
Let me belong to you.
Just don't let me fade away...
I crave to be more then an indent on your bed sheets.
This time,
I want more then a once whispered name.