When we remove the flowery, decorative adjectives,
In every love songs we listen to,
There we’ll find that every lines the world gives,
It says the same thing,
Over and over again,
Like thunder whispering upon our ears,

“Love me,”
“Why can’t it be me?”
“I love you,”
“Do you feel the same way, too?”
“Please,”
“Choose me.”

Desperate as it sounds,
The truth really may punch you through your guts,
Seeping through your veins,
Letting the blood drip,
From your broken heart,
I want you to know you don’t have to do that.

You don’t have to plead,
On your knees,
Your palms down,
No, not like that,
Put your head up and say,
“It has always been me.”

Hello Dad, It's been awhile
You are away, a thousand miles
But you're in my heart, all this while.
Here enough to make me smile.

All this time, you're in my heart
Not just at heart, but also in mind.
It's just hard for me to see.
How hard it is to grow without you here with me.

I got used to the fact that you're not here.
But I never lose hope that you’ll ever come back.
It’s always in my mind that you are my Dad.
Like a solid rock that can never be cracked.

On your special day, I offer you this.
To let you remember that you are always missed.
A poem from a son who always loves you
Who gives these words from heart so true.

If it means to be free
-
I'll smother myself
And I'll choke over my open gut

If it means to be free
-
I'll cut off your legs
Then I'll cut off your hands
After that your head
I'll ***** you by the eyes
I'll split open your mouth
I'll put flowers inside
Let them fade there
Let them foul inside
Let bugs live there
Let them crawl inside
Let them die there

If it means to be free
-
I'll hang your head
As my scarecrow
For ugly, ugly
You are

When I am not well in the mind...

I've never said I was well in the mind
Darling, I've never said I was nice

A thousand cities just like this
the touch of death for some,
no golden well paved streets
just the well heeled and
some poor mother's son
sat
begging for the price,
of a cup of tea or
a tin of 'Ice'

And another story's told before the
last one gets too old
and each story tells of misery
in a thousand cities
just like this.

We can kiss goodbye to the hot mince pie
and the glass of spiced mulled wine because
it's Christmas and it's not the time
to worry about anyone else.

Ready set
get on your mark
I'm now in charge
of your beating heart

Every thought
you'll ever make
Every move
you'll ever take

I'm now all
you'll ever need
When the lights come on
it's only me you'll see

All you've borrowed
All you've bought
All you've imagined
All you've thought

You'll stand and smile
with what I do
As I let my charms
Loose on you

Whether here or
whether there
I will fill
your every care

So ready set
get on your mark
I'm now in charge
of your beating heart