As if covering yourself in blankets
And wearing expensive mascara will protect your heart this time.

K R W

I'll take you to places that you never ever been before.

Inside a womb of love,
my heart turn into gold.
I was valued by love, but not for to long.
I searched my heart, since I was blind.
I felt a warm touch, just like one of yours.
Manage to break this chain, and went explorer your soul.
Never felt more guilty in my life, until...
I broke our bonds.

what're you doing with those faces
I don't even want to talk about it
our bed fare has gotten exciting
it's interesting they say it takes a village
but Sunday it'll have taken just a year

the landslide is down to its knees
I don't want it to leave I don't write letters anymore
this city is cold now and it's time to go
when will I catch a break or even just a drift
the coastline is calling, the water is coming after me

from your elbows I draw strings to the back of your arms
little spiderwebs and chills to the top of your back
I can climb highways and descend from the stars
but I don't drink deserts and I certainly don't write letters anymore

she's a cocktail of pride, stirring anger and envy into a crowd
avoid her like a power line downed on the ground
dropping off bed linens covered with blood
I know where the going gets going and knowing implodes
inside the brain and sweats off the brow
there are only so many shapes we can try to ignore
can I just show you pictures of when you were happy before

Our time together is slowly,
Becoming more and more like a dream.
Turning into something vague and intangible
Its nature makes me wonder if it was ever real.

I’m forgetting so much of what I wish to remember.
Your face, your touch, your presence.
I want to embrace it all, to never forget;
But it’s becoming a task too difficult,
*I know now that it will never last.

Shall I continue to confuse, that which is between us, with that which is before me?

Reefs forming in the grain

chewed up by these hungry years.

Her heels crushing;

little petals into a brown bough,

Speckled like a tumbled shell,

From the handprints of many generations.

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Glossy lacquer,

smeared on dark lips in steady

paintbrush strokes

Cold moulded clean-cut strips

clacking unerringly as her heels

skip across the artificial wood.

Reach out for the stars high up above in the sky
Reach out for your dreams all of those which you have prior seen.

Never did it happen before
Nor will it happen again
The dreams which were yours
The one’s which you came across
Never will it happen that the same will be yours all over again
A dream comes once in a while
You never get a chance to dream about the same all over again in your dreams
Dreams and imagination are different from each other
As different as chalk is from cheese.

So,
As long as you are living and alive
As long as you live
The life that which you live, live your life to the best of your spirit and imagination
No one knows what will happen next
No one knows what will happen in the future
No one knows what will take place at the next turn
Life has always remained unpredictable
So keeping the future at bay
Make sure that as and when you go to sleep
Don't forget to dream
Smile upon all happenings of the day that passed by
Say hello to your sleep, which is waiting to take place
When all this is going on in your mind before you go to sleep
Make sure you don't forget to dream in your sleep.

As long as you dream in your life
Whenever you dream
Always be sure in your mind
You will always follow your dreams all along the way in your life.

Always dream, but make sure that life and dreams are two different things
In life it never happens that all of your dreams come true
So not seldom, but as often as it may be possible
Always make sure that you work in the direction of your dreams
Since dreams are part of your life
Try to achieve them
In doing so, you try to achieve the impossible
When you are doing something like this, definitely the future will reciprocate accordingly
So always dream
Even when you know that dreams don't come true
Still always dream
Dream about something when you are about to go to sleep
Good night and sweet dreams.

Tell me who you are.
Who you were.
Who you’ve been.
Before you met him.

I like it when
We just turn up the music
And sing along
Even if we are tone deaf

I like it when
We just say the random-est of things
And just laugh about it

I like it when
We always had each other
And try to keep everyone put a smile on their face

I like it when
We just took the crap
Everybody's been talking about us
Because we really don't care

I liked those times
But now
What happened?