Ivory chords...
Timeless records...
Lips in motion...
We're standing steel...

Bubbles and bites...
Our northern lights...
Blackened ocean...
A wondrous feel...

Cheers, vin de pays...
Piers, words, maybe...
Velvet notion...
Lets, oh yes, we'll...

He hides it all too well
Twisting reality for none other than himself
A jester, unresolved, blasé
Comforted by the masquerade
Beneath the canvas
He trembles...
Shivers...
Shakes...

Rythem and hues
...
Discussing colors
...
Our favorite place
...
Singing in strokes
...
Heart plastered canvas
...
My painting grace

Vintage vanity
...
Virtuoso of disguise
...
Beautifully broken
...
Glass-made compromise
...
Petal picking sanities
...
Episodic merchandise
...
Fantastic false reality
...
My sweet sweet paradise

A fragmented personality,
Convinced of this false reality,
Ghosts by tomorrow,
Tragically…
Leaving glitter in the clouds,
Magically…

The he who was,
Wasn’t what he thought of him,
Sunsets through an open window,
Cascading down on a whim,

A fragmented personality,
Convinced of this false reality,
Dreams I don’t know,
Tragically…
Painting gold on my doubts,
Magically...

Written swords,
Broken chords,
Misty eyes as we trade rage.

Lovers' sake,
Hearts we take,
Wars that we could never wage.

Say the words,
Blissful thirds,
Souls touch as we turn the page.

Though when I look into your eyes,

I see a thousand miles left uncharted,

Leafless trees have yet to bud,

Midnight stars are expected to shine,

Let loose of all your worries,

For a rose without thorns does not deserve to be called as a rose, my

love.