My love is somewhere I can't find,
and I'm wand'ring here like a ghost.
My heart that used to glow with shine,
now has been drowned, now has been lost.

Vladimir, Vladimir, oh my Vladimir
Cannot thou relieve my suff'ring
Thou who used to have me lying
By thee as I stroked thy bronze hair
Trapped in thy blue eyes, soft and fair.

Vladimir, Vladimir, oh my Vladimir
How could thou leave me in mis'ry
Whilst thy love's the one I longed for
And sweet like a chocolate candy;
of which I would always want more.

And just like all of my poetry
I'm left 'lone here with only me;
With all the lights that might have lit-
But died as I started to writ.

I live in fantasy
A soul on the water
Waking up evermore to glistening shores

Mist rises high from the warm suns rays
No picture could capture the millions of words
This isn't fiction, it's true.
This is just my morning view

A flower blooms blood red and sky blue
While a hummingbird wakes up and drinks its dew
The mountains which rise around my quiet lake stand silent and listen
Give nothing but their smiles for miles.

The wind never blows before noon, holding this scene still
Moments like this happen every day for me.
Just close your eyes and dream of this far land I live in.
You can be here, you can discover this.
Just close your eyes to see.

Sometimes we say more by saying nothing at all,
and sometimes we do more by doing nothing at all.

Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't love me
Tell me you really want to break up our happy home
Then and only then, will I leave you alone

Twisting, spinning, agonizing pain!
Coming in crashing, smashing waves!
Overlapping, faster, faster, faster!
And then slowing to a stand still
Recovering from the drilling
My body is slowly chilling
But then it comes back!
I'm again under attack!
This torture, I do not lack.

I want to drive a million miles and bring you home, where you belong.  
I am patiently composed on the outside, but inside of myself?  

Oh!

I am a squirming mess of,
'Please, God, can we begin the forever part now?'

Do you see how you move inside of me?  
Are you quite certain that you can tackle this poet's heart?

I am a mess, and well aware of who you are.

You are cotton candy, spun so light and sweetly;
It doesn't matter to me one bit if you are pink, or blue.
You are sweet things written into the air.
  
I want to **** you into my mouth,
Inhaling your beauty into my lungs.

You are cotton candy,
So light and delicate,
So ready to melt upon my tongue.