a clever retort has never been my forte
but neither has conversation
not because of shyness nor hatred of others
but perhaps because of other's hatred for me

i've casted a spell
so that one day a small portion of something will be mine
whether it be a heart or a continent
it doesn't really matter to me
as long as it is yours or you are there.

I wish the waves would carry me away
Somewhere far and out of place
To an island that has not yet been discovered
Where I would never see another.

i walked along the ocean shore
and with my hands i implored
that you lay down on the sand with me
so we may gaze at the pass stars,
for all eternity.

your face contorts
like burning paper
and i wish it would simply disappear like ashes
then maybe my face would begin to burn
and continue to burn
for quite a long while