My ***! Walt Whitman & Ginsberg inc.
I didnt *******!
I didnt eye tea black boys
Tonite my ***! Yes da one
And ubiflated cabage cloud
Hipped out like blue
Trowsetes
Died acidiniated
Lying greenish like salmon
Pink milk
***** sweat pull
Blacked
With satin smooth fantasy
I rotted likeke pecked tomatoes.
******* and left acient in prune meat.
By pass products of crates bigger
Like patatoe famine
Off of grain
Feeding stock bull fabrics.
Letrexaxing condense
As is strangers mated publicly.

Someone gave me reason, not to go too far
A friend that seems to me, from another star
In a not so ordinary world, where paper and quill speak
Where best hug ever are not true, but we can feel it so deep

I've been busy lately, trying so hard
Pushing myself, to get an ace on the card
"Think of the reason why you are writing, Is it to impress or to express?" she said
A word that humbled me and knocked some nerves in my head

Truly with her, I think i can share my secrets
Everything about me, my happiness and regrets
I've learned a lot from her, on how to survive in this fairyland
Coached me how to engraved perfect footprints in the sand

She was the hardest riddle that I've met
Gives a lot of clue about her, keeps you thinking but you'll never get
She was someone so close yet so very far
But for me she will always be... my friend from another star...

Time has stopped and you can feel every miller second passing by you blowing the hair off your face as they tick away into oblivion and you know that it's time.
You watch him get closer though now he's just a tiny little spec in the distance but soon enough he's standing in front you and he looks you dead in the eyes and holds your face gently; he wipes away a stray tear from your eyes and says your name.
You breath out in the silent air and think about the way he said your name and how it came out so perfect and flawlessly like it was the only word he'd known.
"Are you ready" he says clutching your hands tighter
"Yes" you reply closing your eyes and wiating;
you feel the cold metal against your pale, soft skin.
Then you wake up
it has only been about two seconds  but it felt like hours you stood there and looked into that beautiful mans eyes. When you realise your awake you pull the trigger and fade off into oblivion...

I guess
I would
rather
lose
sleep
than
lose
you.