I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.

I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.

Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything

for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...

How can love be that blind?
I had it all with you
And i learned alot from you,
But i couldn't see it...
And now it you
Who can't see that
Despite how far lost i was,
I was still so close to being found,
All along.
Just like in a dream i once had:
I was drowning
Looking up through clear water
At the face standing over
The waves i had sunken beneath.
But he couldn't see me...
He thought i was gone.
So he moved on.
How love walk away so easily?

I am the moon
Pale and Lune

He is the earth
Living and True

My presence is a solemn shadow
His life is the light

My soul is filled with craters
His is colorful and ocean blue

My laugh is silver and gets lost
In the silence of space

His laugh is a beautiful flower
That blooms on his face

I an the moon
He is the earth
And I will forever loom
Never close enough to even touch

For I am a greyscale shadow
Following me gravitational pull
And he is life itself

I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intension that every brush of your palms feels like your writing a novel on my skin.