My lips, they ache for yours
Let them find you, in your deepest thoughts
I will keep you safe, no matter the cost
My darling, this love, was never lost.

In troubled nights and days
these fettered words
shall be spoken
in my eyes
through tears
and my heart shall hear
its own echoes
resonating
and I must feel
how much worth
I have left in me unless
my mind disagrees.

Tell me, how can I undream this otherworldly invasion
Of you, defying the stars and gravity within me
Consuming, and corrupting, and kissing my constellation.

It’s in the way your infinite eyes tell me
That I am worth a glimpse of heavenly touch
And how your lips paint the stars in me.

You came in like a comet, riveting! I can't catch
You've driven me with a force I can't deny
And I, have found our pure hands, clutched

And as we rearrange the stars in the sky
My dear, the whole world upon us, is ours
Longing to burst into songs, as of a lullaby.

Cradling the world, in our arms, and I'm yours
And I'd kiss you again, as these tears pour.

I am a beast
Sour graping for love
Feeding on affections
To save myself
From this starvation
called loneliness.

"Doubt was here."
Carved the first scar.
It weakened a big portion
of your mind
It made you think low about yourself
But it made you pursue
And the scar is fading
A part of the darkening past.

"Fear was here."
Marked the second scar
It occupied your eyes, your heart
You don't want to see, nor feel
Nor try, nor love
It terrified you
But it made you tough
And now it's forgone conclusion.

"Wrath was here."
Burnt the third scar
Burn from fires of anger
That crept into your soul
It blazed a big part of your heart
It once killed your compassion
But it made you strong
Strong enough to forgive.

The fourth is fresh, hurting, bleeding
The blood drips "Love is here."
And love was the death of you
It was a knife that you let pierce through
It was a bullet you always catch
It was a poison you're addicted to
Love killed you,
But it made you alive once again.

As the night sky breezes cold
From winter's time to snow
Liberty has nowhere to go
Buried dead in this pile of snow.

The bird was trapped in a tree
With white, as rose white wings
Wings frostbitten in the snow
Of those crippling heresies.

The bird was chirping in a tree
With red, as rose red beak
Singing out love be freed
Eluding poisoned melodies.

The bird was crying in a tree
With clear, as glass clear tears
Waiting for his love to come back
Alive in this stormy wind.

The bird saw his love
Pelted by the striking snow
He flew out not minding
If death would shoot his bow.

They both died leaving no memory
Cause they both cannot lay eggs
Now the love they had ends here
Buried dead in this pile of snow.