a little unsettled would you pick me up to admire my petals? a little hurting how can you paint but not see the trembling scars? at least some breaking and i'll pour over you all my scattered parts
in the dazzling hours of a crowded room im still searching for you as traveller detached from time knowing the consequences playing-still- with your shadows that engrave the most cynical parts of our love in my outerspace
chills as your fingertips crawl inside me or just in the thought of it i was hoping for a fullmoon night it was moonless cause you emit all the light needed to highlight the habits of my heart
roses blooming them my lips crawling cruelly your watering to wake up from lethargy to appreciate you with all the honey that is left to them and whisper to you the most valuable artworks as the water drip dripping, together with love
give me some love she whispers it's not some you can't get it in pieces he shouts -why are you shouting? cause the most pure things in life have the meanest ways of appearing in us. if i shout you will be in pieces and some wont be a choice whole will