Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
   Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
   And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
   And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
   Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
   I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
   And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

Once upon a time long ago, there was a hopeful child,
Due to wrong life choices, she grew up too fast and wild,
Once this little girl had promising dreams,
As she grew old, she realized nothing is as it seems,
Youthful fantasies of a loving and heroic White Knight,
All disappeared, overwhelmed by the agonies of the fight,
Always alone in her battles with life,
Never afraid to confront and conquer the strife,
Now many battles later, as the scars can tell,
Each one with it’s own story of pure hell,
Some of the battles were lost, and some were won,
But now she sits alone, empty, and done,
Tales of love that had fallen apart,
Searching, but never finding lost pieces of a broken heart,
Loved ones who never made it through,
Unacceptable losses ‘cause there was nothing I could do,
Every day to wake up seems like a punishment,
Forced to continue this existence is pure torment,
How much pain will I be made to endure?
If I embrace it, will it cleanse and make me pure?
A loneliness so deep and empty it echoes in my soul,
Experiments have failed, changes have passed and I’m still unwhole,
Those innocent dreams and fantasies lie crushed and anhilated,
All hope and innocence has completely dissipated,
Trudging through my daily routine,
So many sins, I’ll never be clean,
I want so badly to cry and feel that release,
But these ghosts that haunt won’t give me any peace,
I’ve tried everything to make them go away,
Pills, *****, whatever; But they continue to make me pay,
They have even followed me into sobriety,
Refusing to let go they will never set me free,
There are no more idealistic visions,
I’m being made to suffer for poor life decisions,
There is no serenity waiting,
It is only the agony I am sating,
Praying for an end to this life’s insufferable lesson,
No hope for the future, no forgiveness for my pasts’ transgression,
Acceptance of this destiny of mine,
Pain will be my power throughout all time.

I have lived on our capital's streets,
And spent the days begging at everyone's feet.
They won't help you up when you're down and out,
The only way back is to scream and to shout,
And hope that your pleas will fall on the right ears,
And that someone will see through the dirt to your tears.
During this time I learnt a lot,
About the people we are,The haves and have nots.
How some of them care and some of them don't.
The way some people help and some people just won't.
Sometimes you are angry and so full of hate,
That you think the world owes you it all on a plate.
But other times when you are mellow and calm,
You realise that people don't mean you any harm.
Some people won't look you straight in the eye,
Because if they did it would make them cry.
They would see the sorrow that's in your face,
And wonder what's wrong with the human race.

Sweet Darkness,
You hold me in your loving arms,
cold and comforting.
I take you into myself,
and we become One.
Unhealthy obsession,
I welcome this sickness.
I long for your wretchedness.
I despise you.
Embrace me with your dark kiss;
Tear me apart from the inside out.
I cannot live without the Pain.
Who am I without You?

Robert Frost once said: to perish in fire
would be his choice
in the time most dire.

But should I have chosen thrice
my final vote would go to ice,
the pain of flame
just too great a price.
If world's end should come by night,
I would embrace Cold's numb sleep,
rather than to witness the sight
of dying bodies charred by light.

Therefore, I say:
Heed my advice.
For to perish in ice
would be quite nice

If I could,
I would give you my heart,
So that your life could then simply restart,

Your eyes are blue,
bloodshot and tired,
You soul is something,
I have always admired,

If I could,
I would give you my breath,
So that with each inhale,
you life could then simply refresh,

Your hands are strong,
rough, and kind,
Your soul is something,
I could search for an eternity and not find,

If I could,
I would give you my blood,
So that with each drop that falls,
Your life then could simply be refilled by the flood,

Your mind is calm,
simple and confused,
Your soul is something,
that has left me eternally infused,

If I could,
I would give you my life,
So that forever after,
Your days then could simply be rife,

Your body is sore,
misused and unkempt,
Your soul is something,
that from the chains of humanity will be exempt,

All that I can give,
is all of my love,
In hopes that with each and every hug,
your soul may fly free like a dove,
I will love you forever,
and someday we shall be endlessly at ease up above.

Annie,
oh Annie!
You pretend to be a friend.
Funny,
it's funny--
I'd miss you now and then.
Really,
I'm weary--
you'd see me "only when."
So Annie,
cruel Annie,
this fondness better end.

I’ve fallen head over heels.
Crazed into an unknown and different love.
And this time I know.
I know it’s different.
So different; because my heart beats differently now.
Not out of sync. Not out of place. Not beating in pain.
It beats like it was meant too; in rhythm to something that matters.
Into something that might change you.
Into becoming perfect in someone’s eyes.

The beauty of something so real, makes everything seem like diamonds.
All unique; always and endlessly lasting forever.
Communicating sweet gestures and making love seem like a person.
You patiently wait and watch it grow.
Into a gorgeous emotion.
That will never leave your sight.
Because now.
It’s a part of you; a part of your life.

I’ve landed in the arms of someone who makes my bones weak.
But manages to keep me together with simple sentences.
You are stunningly beautiful.
You are everything I could ever want in a person.
You give me butterflies when I see you.
It makes you fall to pieces. Crumbling like your favourite dessert, but still tasting ever-so sweet.
You melt.
But you are still intact; more intact you ever thought you could be.
And you smile, making you feel whole again.
Completing the jig-saw puzzle of your life.

We all dream.
Of a love which will carry us away.
That will make us feel like a fantasy in our own special movie.
And we’ll live happily ever after, regardless of where we are.
Never doubting anything that may come your way.
A love so powerful, that the settings don’t matter.
Only the two of you count.
Time seems so unimportant when you’re together, because you know what makes you grin.
Living your dream, with that one person.
Who makes the day all worth it.

So I’ve fallen head over heels.
Into something I never prepared for.
Into something most people can only dream of.
And in that moment, when you feel the love in your soul.
You are at peace.
Cuddling up to the one who made it all happen.
Thinking... “Thank you, for making my dreams become real”
And they’ll smile, and say “I would never take it back. Your love gets me through the day.”
The psychic bond, of the minds.
And you’ll melt together, like ice-cream on a chocolate cake.
So sweet, so right together, and the moment will last forever.
Like lovers.