leave it to fate
to bring the two
they hadn't known
what to do

strangers at a concert
yet they couldn't collide
but still, fate was there
and all it took was time

x-factor as single contestants
made it hard for fate to work
soon the two met in the bathroom
the tall one had a smirk

an 'accident' occurred but it was no problem
oops and hi was all it took
simple words, really
but infatuated, their hearts shook

band mates of a popular group
they fought through
management made it harder
it wasn't a secret - everyone knew

as lovers, they knew how to love
yet every single day, it had to be hidden
there was nothing they could do
for it had been forbidden

fate couldn't finish her job
it was left to the two
they had to fight and fight
but that was how green met blue

There was a time
When I was young
I believed in love
In blissful fun

I still had hope
In happily ever after
Then what happened
Turned my life to disaster

It all began when I fell in love
Young and naive is what I was
I had no idea what would lie ahead
Once I gave you my heart, climbed into your bed

Just a child inside
A women's body only to be seen
I didn't understand love
I wanted to scream

I kept my mouth shut
The romance was done
I realized that night
He was not the one

Where was I to go now
I was prisoner to him
He had all the control
He sold me in sin

I'll never be the same
My youth taken away
I'm no longer pure
I can't escape, I must stay

I give up on love
Life is no longer mine
I'm forever his prisoner
Please be gentle, be kind

“I have loved you so much that I believe I understand you a little.”
Marcel Proust

we are wearing our glowing skins
full of unwoven whispers
or au contraire
we’ll have worn them
-who knows
in poetry, not in theory,
anything is possible-

one of us could say
“take this animal
out of my eyes, teeth, bones
for wild flowers
to grow in my sockets”
and I’ll say:
“for my eyelids to rest
in the shadow of your breath
and my vertigo, indigo
in the nest of your palm"

-words are just riverbeds-

see you - the sea in me
at the echo point
of blood

I’ll wear rivers
lipstick
bluebirds

in this poem of touching
every cell is spinning
its nucleus of *numinosum
while the day breaks open
into the heart of trees

-words are stones of silence,
unintelligible altars-

I was in love
with a vertigo man
last time I checked

blood has its madness

Spring is a pretty time                                                                                             To pick some flowers to those                                                                                  Whom we love and to those whom                                                                         We care about anytime ...                                                                                        Flowers are great and precious to those                                                                 Who understand their real meanings ...                                                                 Picking flowers means caring about                                                                       Our loved ones anytime ...                                                                                      A bunch of flowers sent to our loved ones,then                                                     Their Hearts will be cheered up ...                                                                              ___________________­_