here's a funny story,
my ******* gets a *****
whenever a homphobe is in the corner

When two people are meant for each other
No distance is too far
No time is too long*

I think these sentences are according to us

When you were in Enschede
I had never thought of leaving you
Never
Even though we were not a couple at the time

'Cause
I have feelings for you since the first moment I saw you
And love is blind as you know

I remember my holiday in Spain
We talked and texted all the time
Suddenly, you felt really bad about your choice to move on to Enschede
There was nothing I could do for you
'Cause you were there in Enschede and I couldn't visit you
That made me feel so miserable

When I came back from my holiday this all had changed
You left Enschede for Rotterdam
I had never expected that you were going to study here
Oh I was so incredibly happy

We are one month further now
I know you still have your doubts sometimes
But remember that I will always be there for you

Mama it happened again
He did those things to me
made me feel ashamed
shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, don’t leave me with him
What if he comes close
If I can feel his breath on my skin
Shh, It’s our little secret

Mama trenched gashes caress me
but I can’t feel it anymore
Come a little closer, can’t you see?
Shh, it’s our little secret

Mama, I cut a little too deep,
took too many pills
Please let me fall asleep
Shh, it’s our little secret


Mama, I see you crying
"Beloved daughter and friend"
I’m not sorry,
I was so tired of trying.

Shh, it’s our little secret, our little secret, our little secret.

my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense

Why is it
That every time I close my eyes
What I wish for most
Is my quick demise
Is it because of the ache in my heart
Or perhaps
It's the fact that my darkest emotions
They won't leave me alone
Not until I'm completely torn apart