Can't you hear the sound of thunder?
rolling now, it's on the way
Come on baby take me under.
I will not resist today.
Don't you see the flood a coming?
It's rushing at us now.
As the fearful go a running,
I simply take a bow.
Oh I feel the winds a blowing,
through everything in sight
I feel the warmth in the snowing.
It is time now, goodnight.

I want to run away
far away form you.
Because you hurt my blunt
and oblivious, stupid little soul.

And I want to run miles
in the opposite direction
from which you stand,
because
no longer can I stand
your restless, confused gazes.
Because no longer can I stand
all your hazy
thoughts and questions.
Because no longer can I tolerate
to be just acquaintances with you.

So my mistake,
my fault,
what an idiot, I was
for waltzing around in your
gentle and calm eyes.

My mistake,
so please forgive me
you *******,
for wanting to
take this lesson
and run, far away.
To learn from this idiotic  
mistake of mine,
and run.
To never make a mistake
with someone who manipulates
toying with innocent souls
on the thin strings
of such joy and naïve vivacity,
with such unique bliss and hilarious, beautiful laughter.
you wore me down
to the bone of painful melancholy
state of mind.

So my mistake!
for wanting to scatter my broken piece
around the world,
hoping to find home again
hoping to meet a gentle soul
that collides peacefully
with mine.

the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved