your presence is beautiful yet cruel.
the beauty of your presence makes the simplest of things shared between us mean so much  more to me,
but ,
nowadays i prefer you not to show your face because  everytime you do,
the cruelty of your presence shadows every light in the room,
including my heart,
and yet you carry on asking me foolishly why are there tear stains on my cheeks once I come back from the bathroom.

broad as a Judas,
not yet frozen in beast's mouth.
sandals; snow and ice.

From the very moment that all of this started
The skies opened up the Red sea it parted
God took a rib from out of the man
And that is when all of the fun began

God don't make ugly girls
From beauty without to beauty within
God don't make ugly girls
And it's been that way from the beginning

He certainly had it right with Cleopatra
A beauty Queen, Royalty flattered
As men were fighting to win over her love
God in His wisdom from up above

Knows that he don't make ugly girls
From beauty within to beauty without
God don't make ugly girls
With that there is never a doubt

Mother Teresa in all of her glory
Did what was asked of the Father in her selfless story
Shinning a light for all to see
Giving her all for downtrodden humanity

Cause God don't make ugly girls
Never even tried it out cause he doesn't know how
God don't make ugly girls
From their beauty within to their beauty without

Showing throughout history
The beauty of woman is here to please
Truly a beauty to behold
From the glamour of young to the wrinkle of old

God don't make ugly girls
The beauty within you can't do without
God don't make ugly girls
And that my friend is what I'm talking about

aren't real.

Love is only an ideal
a belief we live
and never achieve.

But love stories we need.

Only its conjured spirit
makes some sense

of our existence!

Why now
when I'm totally okay.
Why now
when I totally moved on.
Why now
when I'm finally happy with someone else.

Why now?
Why now when I already thought
I can go on without you?
Why now
when my feelings are already been patched?

Why now?
when you left me hanging so bad that it hurts like hell.
Why now when I don't know how to trust anymore?
Why are you coming back?
Why are you confusing me?
Why now? Why?

Are you that sadist to hurt me again and again?
Why now
and I can't help but to wish again
that its all true?
that you wouldn't hurt me again?

How can i possibly do all those thing
when i'm still broken inside
after all this time?

What about him?
the one who makes me happy,
the one who shows me that life is beautiful
after the pain?

Why now?