black-eyed child of the morning
sings blue-eyed hymns in the afternoon,
chokes on black water at night
pouring from the ceiling
depression waterboarding her small cheeks.

black-eyed child of the morning
paints red smiles on her thighs
running down her knees
heaven on her mind
looking for the tormentor in the ceiling.

blue-eyed child in the afternoon
lets sunshine soak up her irises
turning the light rose-colored
laughs drunkenly just under the
feedback
lies in bed and finds worlds in her mind
stroking their edges
closing her eyes

black-armed child of the night
resurfacing at last
shaking on the mattress
talking
screaming
to her thoughts
telling them to stop
trembling under the black water ceiling
crying because she's suffocating
begging because there is no choice

black-eyed child,
blue-eyed sometimes...
beggars can't be choosers

I want to travel the world
And make love in every country
Where I'd forgo each beautiful sight
Just to stare into your eyes.
I wanted to follow the stars
To a different home each night
But you've tamed my gypsy heart
And now the north star leads me to you.
You've caused roots to grow
On my once wondering feet
Til I was planted in front of you,
So happily stuck.
Flowers have begun to sprout
On every centimeter of skin
That you've caressed,
Each more beautiful than the last.
You've made me yours my dear,
Without asking.
And I've agreed,
Without telling.

For the first time I am breathless,
Heart pounding in your presence.
For the first time my eyes are glued,
To this love I cannot elude.
For the first time I overlook the danger
Of falling for a perfect stranger.
For the first time I am lost,
And as a lover my stars are crossed.
For the first time I am in love,
Cause you're more than I've dreamed of.
For the first time my dear,
I am complete.

I cannot look at the moon or stars
without thinking of your bright eyes

As your lips grazed my pulse,
I wondered if you could feel my heart
shuddering in my empty chest