How I wish I were your pillow.
To capture all your careless whispers,
every breath, every sound.
To catch a glimpse of every dream,
every fantasy.

To let your head gently rest upon me,
letting go of every worry.
To soothe you back to sleep
when you rise during the night.
To erase all those terrible thoughts which keep you restless,
make you weep.

To absorb every tear. To feel your warmth.
For you to hug and squeeze, holding close to you.

To be the one you wake up to and the one you come home to at night,
Never letting go.

How could I leave
someone who is now a part of me?
How could I walk away
from someone who's here to stay?

I can't just leave behind
something so hard to find.
I hope its safe to say
you feel the same way.

"Love" is no longer enough to describe the feeling.
Is it odd that I knew from the beginning?

"Perfect" is far from enough to explain
the moments when in your arms I get lost.
And I'm no longer trying to rhyme,
just simply writing this down.
Because it's overwhelming
this feeling you give me.

I love you. All of you. Entirely.

Tangled,
rolling around the bed,
2 bodies turn into 1.

What a wonderful feeling it is,
the feeling of being loved,
loving without a care,
trusting blindly.

Oh but what a wonder it is,
this confidence,
confident enough to speak of love.
Speak of a love so beautiful.

An overwhelming feeling,
each time your eyes meet my gaze.
Each time your gentle fingers meet my skin,
tracing shapes ever so slightly.

Hard to describe such a love.
Such a bond.
Only we feel this love.
Only we understand.

2 bodies turn into 1.

The way you speak when you're half asleep,
enough to soothe me as I slowly drift off.

Closing my eyes,
I dream vividly about the time,
when we'll finally become
        one
           with each other.

Desperately,
I hunger for your touch.

I'm yours,
all yours.
And you know it,
you have me
       right
           there.

Press your lips against mine,
watch time
       slow
           down.

My mind feels hazy,
maybe i'm a little crazy.

High off the thoughts of you and I.

Its a heart-wrenching feeling.

When reality strikes you like a lightning bolt.

Those words are no longer used to describe you.
Those eyes are not reserved for you anymore.
Those thoughts,
Those beautiful thoughts.

They're no longer about you.
They are about her.

She is beauty.
What's not to love?
That laughter of hers that echoes through the room.
Echoes through your mind.
That perfectly shaped body.
Pieced together wonderfully, gracefully, beautifully.
She was made for loving.
Everything she is,
All she radiates,
It's love.
From the kindness in her eyes,
To her gleaming smile.
That's her.

She's the one you never were,
Never will be.
She's who you want to be.
She's everything you die for.
You long for, but can never reach.

So, stand along, spectate.
Stand along and watch the show.
Watch his new obsession unravel and blossom before you.
What do you know?
Just in time for spring.

Watch her take over.

Nel mio cuore,
una fata dorme.
Lungo per i sogni,
sono una povera, piccola ragazza all'interno.
Per fuori, sono una ragazza coraggiosa e matura.

Pero, io non posso fingere che non voglio essere nei miei sogni,
dove si incontra tutto lo che mi piace,
tutto che io voglio.
i principe con gli occhi azzurri,
il castello bianco dove io vivo,
il cavallo bianco,
la carrozza bianca,
tutto bianco.

perche tutto bianco?
forse vedo tutto cosi buio,
crudele,
spietato.
La gente non voglie essere tu amici,
ancora meno riconoscerti.

Vogliono solo guardarti piangere.
Vogliono guardare cuando ti realizza
che non si puoi vivere nei tuoi sogni.
Che non sara' giovane per sempre.
Che non sei piu un bambino.

Prima o dopo,
sarai uno di loro.
amaro e apatico.
non ti sognare.
Non esiste il principe con gli occhi azzuri,
non esiste il castello bianco,
non esiste il cavallo bianco,
non esiste la carrozza bianca.

**Non tutto e' bianco.

Im fat, i'm skinny,
I'm ugly, i'm pretty.
Insane and self-conscious,
Never satisfied.
I fall victim,
All fall victim.

When will we learn?
The body, the appearance,
The importance of it all.
Open up, look around,
Perfection isn't all.

I wish, i wish, oh i wish.
Please, please, oh please.
Less is more, less is more.