Who knew that you would find me,
when i was lost and broken,cold and shattered
through the brokenness you saw me
not for my blue eyes that you say look as deep as the ocean,
or for my soft skin that you caress with your finger tips
you see past all that, no.... you see me as i truly am

who would have thought that the moment you saw me
you knew you needed me and i needed you
you saw me curled up in the shadows trying to drown out the pain
and the sorrow from all who have hurt me
you were cautious with me knowing i was weak and delicate
from the pain that was over whelming me

yet you held out your hand trying to show me kindness
trying not to frighten me and yes i was afraid to trust
to have my heart ripped out of my chest once again
but something told me you had no evil intention
not like others, you were different...

who would have known that my wings
would once again take flight?
that the darkness that was once part of me was now gone and
filled with your light
but you taught me that the past was good because
that's were you truly know pain and happiness

for now you see me as i truly am.

I very truly love you,
You are so sure about it.
But how much I love you,
You have a vague idea of it.
But you have a clear idea of,
Yes, how dearly you want me.
And also I want you as dearly.

Devout people are truly trite
They peer in others
To see only light.
For they react like mothers.

Never doubt the gold
For as I know
“Nothing gold stays”.
To them I don't reap what I sow,
To them gold could never grow cold.

I do ease them into the night
When I show my light.
For those who take my gold
Adore my sight.

We talk again.
Feeling nerves behind the screen.
Screaming inside of us.
Out loud.

Smiling and everything.
Saying forever friends.
We guess,
That´s all we can be.

For now, at least.
We talked,
About having a new relationship.
What about this one?

Still fighting for live.
A life between your lips.
Cold, it´s been too long.
More than I can even remember.

Who cares?
Truly love
Always live,
Always find the way to be.

And darling,
I´m sure,
We are meant to be.
No matter how long the wait it´s gonna be.

*
Even if I want to speak truth,
I don't think I can
I don't know if I know the truth
do you? really?

Maybe truth reside somewhere far
I know what I thought about,
what I perceived truth
can be true, may be not?

I'm never entirely sure,
what I have as truth is true
or what is the colour of raw truth.
......?
maybe that I'm clueless is the truth?