You call me the one while holding a mirror
The cracks you see will always be mine

Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave,
never gave it much thought
All will be bygones soon enough

Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens
With wine it turns to liquid

Quicksilver love
Creatures in winter fog
And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back

To the right music my heart will break into
a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain

Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark
Oh, put me back together, you,
with golden poetry and call me art
Give me your story of choice

And did you know?

When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry
Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain

The beauty of it all, the beauty of you,
of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams

Still

My inner life is but a daydream
Oh, words, please fail me
My smile, please betray me
I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions

The wall is too high
The wall is too thick

And honesty would break our hearts