Bring the guns
Sharp the knives
Only live once
But I'm wasting my time;
Bring the rose
Pick the daisy
Soft, so fragile
Cry like a baby.

I called you in the middle of the night,
heard you singing my lovely lullaby.
I'm roaming freely in your mind
24 hour, every time.

a mountain with a full of stories,
a boy once lived with a full of laughter
he used to do that
but not anymore.

a strawberry once picked
from a beautiful young boy,
but the sun was too hot,
and the clouds faded,
so there he was sitting
with a strawberry on his hand
and he flew with tears
and went to another land.

She's smoking a cigar that is barely able to burn,
She's tasting the bitter pain of the dark yet a glimpse of sweet in a short and dangerous cigar with a hope that the tables are gonna turn in a second.

She coughed a dark raspy voice with a scent of alcohol in her mouth that he kissed with love and lust,but the leaves fall and so do her,and so do him.

She thought the devil was an angel
dressed in a daydream with a fairytale wedding and a fairytale ending; while she was gone
and and while she was still strong,
a storm with a raging thunder and a raging anger in him started to grow like a tree at the park beneath his feet; a tree that no one expected,a tree that no one felt and a tree that no one can feel.

He then began to cry with his hands in the stars,
starting to realize that what he did all this long was so wrong.He's sorry for any words and times that he never said and never there; he's sorry for not facing the consequences,and he's very sorry for thinking that she and him will end in a happy ending, will end with a 'happy ever after' like all the stories did,like all the people did.

She was confused,she was in a loose,she was in her bed and very scared.She was holding a dead bouquet of flowers from last week; a bouquet that had 99 roses that meant the days of their relationship and the days before he really decided to jump into his illusion and breathed into the final second before he took the razor and jumped into conclusion.

Now she understood,now she realized and now she knows that if they never met,if they never loved,if they never danced and if they never took a glance, things would've been better and he'll write her letters but that would be a knife-point to him because all he wanted was a guy, all he wanted was to be with his lovely bright sunshine.

Now it has been a year,it has been the darkest hours to her and it has been the saddest while everyone is living in a great and a wonderful lovely world while the sorrow and the arrow from the bow keeps stabbing her and and she always wish that her lucky stars will always be there and will always stand there with open arms that will always take care.

one,
swam with me
in the river
and the sea.

two,
broken glasses
and coming back
as a masterpiece.

three,
roses with sunflower
with a secret thorn garden
and I end up burnt
in my own desire.

keep your head above the water
but don't let the waves overpower.

I'm holding in my scream
when you hit me right there;
it makes my mind collapses into pieces
but you'll pick it right back up
when you told me to call your name out loud.

when I'm sad and down
I'll remember today,
February 5.

the day you left
the day I loved
and the day I cried a river
it's today
February 5.

you lift me up
made me feel new
made me feel better
made me feel good
and made me feel love
for the first time.

a caterpillar once said
on February 5,
'when I grow up,I wanna fly free,
I wanna feel confident'
but an iguana said
'keep on dreaming young boy'.

tomorrow,is a new start
tomorrow is a restart level
but I'll remember today,
because you showed me love
and showed me life
and showed me how sad
and chaotic a feeling can feel.

I'll remember today
I'll write this date on the stars
and when I grow up,
I'll remember how today got me messed up
this right moment,
this right 3.00 pm
on February 5.

You're my greatest sin
and forever will.
You keep making me
run and
keep making me crave it,
again and again and again.