With every little storm passing by my window,
I think of your hair blowing in your face
and how your smile was the last thing
crossing my mind before the sun set.
And every morning I wake up
with the illusion of your warm embrace.

I feel this heat
spreading all over my chest
right into my soul
whenever I look
into those little perfections
which are your eyes
and darling,
I want you to look at me
and see the same.
But I know that's an impossible dream
for I could never add up,
to your beauty.

I lost myself
while searching you,
my love

They always talk about the happy end in life
Although I don't seem to fully understand
what's the big deal about a corpse
meaningless rotting under the ground
with no tears falling on its tombstone
at all.

How do you feel sorry for the broken boundless lovers
when all you did was break my heart

How do you feel love for a child that isn't yours
but couldn't bother looking at our baby for one second

How can you say that you are a father without blinking an eye
when all you did was being an ignorant cold-hearted man

And how do you dare to speak up at her funeral
and say you regret all the time in which you haven't seen her

When you basically ran out of our new-built home
with her crying as background  soundtrack

In the miserable movie which is your life

Lost piece of perfection
a snowflake left alone to melt
I know I don't say it that much
but you sure mean a lot
to me,
and you make me forget
the screams and fights
with the easily found,
imperfections.

The atmosphere spat out my hollow dreams,
and now your face is lost in space