So it was all in my hands,
when i had to crash it without making sense.
she saw the whole thing then decided to snap!!!
saying all ******* she could say with no glance.

i thought she would understand,
but man, i was wrong, dreams written on a sand.
a little bit stupid, because seawater can flash it away.
with a mind so small, but problems big as an Elephant.

she knows my name, had to write it backwards.
aimed for the lips but kissed her nose, now that's awkward.
in front of a computer screen feeling sorry for myself.
okay ,so  you are an author WILL? SO WHAT NOW?

well, a piece with seven stanzas, but countless meanings.
her words so pure, to others they make countless beatings.
So she ran out of words a long time ago,
now it's me holding my head, facing the ceiling.  

but don't you think if love was around,
you would always have something to say to each other?
even in dark days, started as brown,
you would always have that warm shoulder for one another.

"i don't have anything to say to you"
oh really,? you have a lot to say,
you just don't know where to begin,to make it a game.
now that's the truth.

Now what happens if you're screaming ,
but can't be heard?
eyes red, trying figuratively to paint your words.....
forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!
but you know what they say,
through pain that's how we learn..........
                                                                   Elitaro