The one i love, loves me not
So am i chasing a beautiful girl
Or a nightmare?

These feelings that I've got
They make me scream
Make me plead
Oh God I'm guilty

Of falling for you

And its so hard to breathe
When you're near me
I feel like an intrusion
On someone, too pure

Admist the confusion

I, cannot sleep,
I am melting
Falling through my dreams

And there's one thing to be seen

I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more

I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...

But i know, one things for sure
I keep waking on the floor
Amongst the dust
And all my broken thoughts

And so you see, for all i say
These words won't change the way
That you perceive
It might just be a bad dream
Or an unfortunate reality

I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more

I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...

*music *

For just one second more...
Oh, for just one second more..

I will endure this pain
Like a cage it contains
My punctured heart

And so i say,
Even though these scars will stay
Are a beautiful girl?
Or are you my nightmare?

Either way it hurts..
But i no longer care!

I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more

I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...

I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more

I will fall
Even if i try to fly
But thats okay, at the end of the day

I'm falling for you

Who wears the Broken Crown,
The King of Fiends.
Who wears a Million Faces,
The King of Fiends.
Who wears Hell Fires,
The King of Fiends.

Those hollow eyes of tortured gold.
Those foul horns of haunted mutilation.
The charred skin of mortal flesh
The broken wings of nightmare fuel

The blood of my blood.
The pathology of my pathology.
The beast of my beast.

not a beautiful gown
not high hills
I just wear my daily clothes
with my old shoes
I even can't apply make up on my face well

this head is still remember it
that million eyes weren't look at me
it wasn't like they did to another
who has elegant costume
well no problem, my heart said inside my ribs

that was my dream
I answered so many questions
I had a courage and a will
but
I thought that wasn't enough
I need a luck
my mom said that
my crown is not the real crown
because kindness will be your crown

Jack and jill
Went up the hill
Looking for a thrill.
Jack got high
And got jill to try
Then jack unzipped his fly.
Jill bit her lip
Placed her hand on his hip
And licked around the tip.
Jill got top
And fell with a plop
And the pleasure did not stop.
Jack groaned loud
Jill was proud
Their heads still in the clouds.
But as they came down
Jill started to frown
And jack headed back towards town.
Jill sat still
Alone on the hill
Wishing for another pill.
Jack didnt care
About what happened there
Jills life began to tear.
Jill cried alone
Jack on his throne
Still not answering his phone.
Jill went to the hill
Hoping for jack still
But he didnt even think about jill
Jack brought another to set free
And was shocked to see
Jill standing beside the tree.
Jack wasnt glad
In fact he was mad
That jill was still so sad.
Said she gave a good ****
But was just a ****
And now shes out of luck.
Jill just stared
As jack glared
His heart flickered and flared.
He didnt know why
So he let out a sigh
And all jill could do was cry.
Jill fell to her knees
And begged jack please
But his words didnt ease.
He shooed her away
So that they could stay
And the other girl he could lay.
Broke jills heart
It fell apart
But a fire in jack did start.
She moved back east.
Jack turned into a beast.
On women he did feast.
But jack never got enough
Noone liked it as rough
As jill; she was tough.
Jack fell down
He hit the ground
When he realized he had given jill his crown.
Jack visited the hill
And felt a little ill
At jills heart he did ****.
Jack hung his head
And wished he was dead
At the thought of someone else in jills bed.
Jack ravaged his brain
He jumped on a train
And headed out towards the plains.
Jill he did find
And she was so kind
How could he be so blinde?
Jack said he was wrong
But jill had moved on
Her heart sang a new song.
Jack died inside
His face couldnt hide
The saddness flowing like a tide.
Jill gave him a pat
And said that was that
Jack went home and sat.
Jack, on his throne.
Messaging every girl in his phone
But knowing he was forever alone.
Jill said all she had to say
And went on with her day
Eager to go home and play
For a king jill did pray
And a king she did lay
And with a king she did stay.
Jill forgot the pain
Learned to love again
And jack was the one going insane.
Many women did jack claim
And many he did tame
But none of them were the same.
Jill had been jacks one
But he was too busy having fun
And now he has to sit and watch the sun.
Jack hates himself still
He rests on the hill
And take a whole bottle of pills.
Jack laid back
Foam he spat
And let everything fade to black.
The lesson is fine
If you take the time
To really understand this rhyme.

Calm down;
breathe slow
if you need to
just let it go.

Don't let your crown
fall
not even a little bit,
don't give them
the benefit.

When I was young,
I had long curly hair
That cascaded down my back
Like an ominous waterfall;
So dark and thick, it seemed to go on forever.
But, when I was in school, it was always *******.
It was a challenge for my mother to tame it with a brush
And keep it in the confines of a bun.
She said it was to keep my hair
from getting to my and others’ faces.
But some people still managed to make me feel bad for having such “unruly” hair
when the most it’s been exposed is when I take out my hair tie just to tie it back up again.
For years I tried to straighten it;
Hair rebonding every year,
Straightening iron ever morning,
Damaged hair and damaged pride every day.

They say a woman’s hair is her crown;
She must wear it with her chin up
And flaunt it unabashedly.
This is to the girls who do.
This is to the girls who dye their hair magnificent colors
To match their colorful personalities.
This is to the girls who cut their own hair
Because hair salons charge so much for a trim.
This is to the girls who shave all their hair for charity
Or for support of the girls in chemotherapy.
But this is also for the girls in chemotherapy,
Who are still thriving even though they’re suffering.
This is also to the girls whose hair are being treated like an anomaly,
Their braids being pulled and afros being patted.
This is also to the girls who can’t land a job
Because their skills were degraded by their “unprofessional” hair.

A woman’s hair is her crown
But a queen does not need a crown.
A queen is not just some girl with a shiny thing on her head.
A queen is a figure of power, compassion and grace.
She wears the crown, not the other way around.

I left at his door,
Some flowers and some innocene.
All feelings and all promises.
Dressed in memories ,
with a crown of smile.
İ Set in search of my missing piece
Of broken heart.