"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

writing your name a thousand times
the line on the paper
would curl up and die

the phrase “love don’t die”
is just a muddled version of
I’d like to lie

don’t make life seem like a fairy tale
books have known endings
stable mendings

we, however, weren't born to get sold

we were born to hold one another
save them from whatever's out there
while we are life's presence
but you cannot believe you can love forever

Every time we're face to face
You make my heart race.
And even though this thing is new
I hope to spend a while with you.

Your kind words flow so well
They make my heart swell.
And even though I try to write
The words just don't sound quite right.

Oh how I've missed the sound
Of your laugh and voice around.
The short time we've been able to spend
Has been so great - I don't want it to end.

You see, if I were a tiny tree
You'd be the rain
That would wash away all my pain.

Along with helping me (the tree) grow-
You'd make me whole
Just like
you've awakened my soul.

There are certain things
I wish I could change.
Like  how the sun rises so fast,
You never have enough time
To be alone with the clear night sky.
And how the winter
Only lasts so long,
It's never enough for me
The short coldness of
The tender grey skies.

There are certain things
I wish I could change.
Like the way you smile
Only to her face,
So real and genuine.
I wish you'd always smile,
But never only to her face.
And the way I don't own you no more,
I wish I could change that.
But the world is cruel
And I'm no longer willing to fight.
No longer wishing
I could certain things change

She thought it was
So bright,
With no doubt
She threw herself
Into the opened arms
Of the develish world.

Into darkness she fell.
Into non existing
Good she fell.
She found nothing
But darkness
And murdered pride.

She thought it was
So bright,
With no doubt
She looked for the good
She reckoned was hidden.
Finding nothing
But remorse
She closed her eyes
Prayed and traveled
To the non existing light.

She thought it was
So bright,
With no doubt
She fell in love with evil
Disguised in freedom.
She thought the wrong
Was right,
For he told her
That here it is different;
Here evil is good
And pride we have not.

She thought it was
So bright,
With no doubt
She followed the devil.
She did every kind
Of fault,
And felt every sting of guilt.

She no longer saw
A thing so bright,
And with no doubt
She cursed her mind,
And  so her heart.
She placed her mind
Where great people do,
And for the rest of her days
She promised to hate
The world and the race.

Shrugged the princess
The one with the ice cold guilt;
The guilt of surviving
When nobody else did.

A princess she'd become
For which she lost her soul.
Filled with despair,
She was in the permanent state
Of the freezed misery
She proudly chose.
She was no longer bright,
She had no longer light.
The fancy dresses
Seemed dull,
And the heavy joules
Seemed light.

She saw the stars
For what they really are.
The fearful eyes
Of the hell that awaits.
The vague thoughts of hers
Gave her nothing
But more remorse.

The princess weeped
The Poverty's tears,
Those whom she once
Belonged to.

Shrugged the princess
And stopped breathing.
Left her dress hanging
Along with her neck.
On the ground lied a note
"I'm sorry."
It said.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.