I’m a broken soul
my heart’s shattered into sharp pieces
I’m not good for you
or you wanna change me into
a better somebody?

I’m a broken soul
with a shattered canvas
my air breathes to the
fantasies of my imagination
allow yourself to latch onto me
to create something beautiful

Your tongue spits fire
through the metaphors you lace
please fix my broken heart
I miss being in love
can I get that feeling again?

Embrace my skin with the
touch of your hands
awaken my dreams with an
enlightened reminscement of
your precious temple
allow me to get that feeling again.

Forgive me, I know I’m not perfect
my loving ways aren’t perfect
but my love for you is real
fear may have concucted my mind
fortune tellers may be redundant in this matter and somewhere along the way I will hurt you
but don’t let the hardships change the way you perceive me
the way you turn my imagination into reality
my soul recognises your scent instantly
my heart has countless beats
when I pour my feelings to you
when I contemplate on the windows of your soul
that lets me into your garden of mind
that lets me rest for a while in your deep breaths
'cause really what’s life with getting the wrong direction
I lack patience
sometimes I ride way too ******* my sense of humour
I’m misunderstood of my sarcastic ways
of my ironic mindset of love’s understanding
ups and downs mend our connection
melancholy, interestingly, keeps us intact
forgive me, for I am not perfect
speak up, might wanna change my ways.

Addicted to your lovin’ ways
vibrations goin’ up my spine
because of the melody of your voice
let’s be together and plan our future

Yellow flowers are the perfect
reminscement of my infatuation to you
because of your light energy
that’s intact with my lovin soul
and your praiseworthy temple that lets me bow down in worship

Stars shinnin’ 'cause of your beauty
the moon dancin’ 'cause of butterflies in my stomach
wind energy is in motion
like the sailing waters in the ocean
heavy breathin’, night lights
love strokin’, passion rights
can I be yours alone
my heart longs for your touch.

nostalgia calling my name
my heart racing
my mind searching for inner peace
let's make love while the moon's still dancing
bite my lip and allow me to engrave
myself into your soul and memory

melancholy waiting somewhere behind the morning
my soul drowning
my mind flattered by an aurora
cover my skin with the spirit of saudade, frowning
touch me and remind me who I am
in the lust of ever after.

art isn't a thing
it is a fractured composure
misunderstood by defiants
yet rises to better expectations of reliance

art is praised
through the melodies of random kindness
through the pictures of story-telling
through the written speech of your imagination

art is a soul
that is purely intoxicated
pre-judged with mere perfection
consoling the lightworker in you

art is you
bestowed to eradicate mediocrity
created to being inanimacy to life
distinguished for an exciting simplicity.

my words; my weapon
my thoughts; my trigger on this paper
my canvas, my heart
my consoler; your thighs
my comforter; your chest
my escapism

your mind; my escape
your body; my fortune teller
your energy, your special subtlety
your hands; my resting place
your eyes; my luminous path
my mine