How do men feel when their heart breaks?
How do they feel when they are in love?
Do they get butterflies in their belly?
Do they cry with pain?

Why do men show how they don't feel?
Why do they think everything is ok?
Are they afraid?
Are they scared to accept the truth?

Waiting for those moments 
Drowning in the sea
Waiting for answers and wanting to flee
Pushed to the endless quay
Searching for a way to be free
Free from the ugly truth
Which leads to the unknown proof
Proof to wonder in despair
Despair for the destination unknown
Unknown to thee, preferably to be mean
Mean..A result of loss and not seen
Seen as a vulnerable being
Being to flourish and agreeing
agreeing, accepting us
Forgetting the past
your canvas and hues
Colour it and be a flute
sing your song
play along
Your destination awaits
For your passion is never belated
We are here, awaken and blessed

We're standing empty
like that long left house
dust on our hands
and the smoke in your eyes
the air's strange in here
it's a strange place to be.

Do you remember
how home used to be
in somebody's arms
with the sun in your hair
now there's nobody here, just you and me
we're strangers here
it's a strange place to be.

Fill these hollow rooms between my ribs
light the candle bright behind your eyes
Oh this empty space devours me
Feel like there's somewhere we're supposed to be
Where are we? Where are we?
This strange place to be.

Strange place, strange place
somewhere between moonlight
and an un-amazing grace
Somehow I found you and you found me
here in the dark
in this strange place to be.

Come find me, please.
Find me, please.

One of the most beautiful things is a girl who doesn't know how much beauty that she holds inside her

you said, "you're not afraid to love
you love kittens, you love rainy weather,
you love shakespeare and sweaters
movies and being kissed
on the tip of your nose
new york city, you love beaches
and the few times it snows
you love crime tv, you love poetry
so why is it that when it comes to me
you feel hesitant?"

i said, "i will tell you, the reason
that i am guarded
yes, i love all of the things
that you listed.
but shakespeare never wrote me a sonnet
and then disappeared, leaving me stranded
new york city may drive me crazy
but it will always be here, you see
poetry may tear me apart
but it won't look me in the eyes as it does
do you have an answer, now, to your satisfaction?
please listen, believe me,
i do not fear rejection.
i fear giving up all of my secrets
only to find you've painted yours
on someone else's skin."