i am a star in the constellation
i am so arrogant i am the brightest
i see my fellow stars falling
but i still here, i rise up as a matter of fact
i see the world underneath, floating like a boat in crystal waters
i see the dreams of every men
i see the souls going to heaven, i catch one sometimes
i am the highest star, high than the sun
the blue surround me and i love the silence that goes for miles
make a wish i won't grant it, because i m not falling
i will stay here for a while

Bathed in the ambience of snowflakes and big words
Grabbing arms to ensure we don't get stuck
In the world of our own past horrors?
Rice and carrots, I can fix you up
Beam at me--like I could really mean something.
I love the way it looks when your body
Your strong hands, they caress, grip, and tighten
On my longing *******.

I'll have another glass of wine now
Because it allows me to let myself shine
But you, you want to convince me to stay
How do you cope with your own nakedness?

I should have made you a cup of coffee this morning
But I couldn't peel my eyes away from you, long enough
To remember hospitality.
I should have shared a cup of coffee with you this morning
I should have let you take me
I should not let our sheets envelop us whole
I should be less weak.

But even though we forget our words
We forget that 5 hours has passed
To eat, to leave the house
Caught up in each others face
And taste.
Would we be fools to let this go?

I got the cork stuck in the bottle of wine
And drank cork red wine, the rest of the night
Teeth, opening, a flutter of kisses
I still taste you on my mouth.
Don't go.

in a quiet room i stand in the dark
the bright eyes are resting in the dark
the warmth of you breath
the cold of your skin
then a rattle sound
like a glorious symphony
cheers the loud silence
it's my glass full of ice
it's my desire full of spice
it's the rattle ice

i drink the cold air of the first spring's wind
i feed my eyes with the white and green
i glide in the clouds standing still
i  am not tired in this paths
i  am not scare in this woods
i am not sad in this calm
i am not alone

the thunder light  stroke at night
the street are empty like a white canvas
i brush it with the memories of those days
i feel my guts twisting, i feel my heart twitching
the road is wet, i can see my reflection
a long thin dark curved figure bearing all the weight
i came at the door...i wait
you are behind