Let it be prismatic,
Make it enigmatic,
You can even let it be exotic,
Avoid allowing it to be toxic,
Don't be like an alcoholic,
And don't let it turn melancholic,
For god's sake make it romantic
But make it happen.

Let it be prismatic,
Make it enigmatic,
You can even let it be exotic,
Avoid allowing it to be toxic,
Don't be like an alcoholic,
And don't let it turn melancholic,
For god's sake make it romantic
But make it happen.

It is all about the memories,
That like the dreams we fail,
And the thoughts we will not share,
They drain and slip through our fingertips.

Waking up from a sad dream,
One we would love to forget,
But love induced sadness,
It is hard one to get rid of.

The dawn rises synching with your chest
Your eyes shining from the watery tears,
And your mind is playing games,
It feels as if you are together,
Then reality and the dream world collide.
And you are staring through the window,
All alone.

It is all about the memories,
Those we keep close to our hearts,
Close enough to make us feel alive,
Close enough to let them hurt us.

That like the dreams we fail,
We forget and never go for them again,
Ashamed of the idea of fulfilling them,
Too frightened to share them.

And the thoughts we will not share,
They are rotting in our veins,
Growing hungry inside their lair,
Waiting for a chance to escape.

Small, unnoticed,
Just a flicker in your chest,
Not enough to realize.

How long has it been since you felt it last?

Grand, unpredicted,
Exploding lights in my chest,
Dumb enough to realize.

How long can I last without feeling it again?

You say it's better to scare it off,
I say it's better to face it off,

Don't you think, that I know,
How bad is this for my own?

You realize,
And you decide,
That my wings shoud be shaved off.
While all I want,
Is our wings to fly together.

If I'm a silly butterfly,
I hope he is drums and fireworks on the rain

I have to face,
That its his face,
The one you can't stop thinking of.

That you are written,
With fire in my heart,
And I'm written,
With chalk in your heart.

That you are as faithful,
To your words,
As you are to your love.

I'm biding my heart,
For a couple of minutes.

How many times,
Has my heart been broken,
By your words and your promises,
So hollow,
They resemble to my heart.

It ain't hard to believe,
That you caught me again,
Fooled me once more,
Played your games,
And ended up loosing any way.

Tirelessly, waiting,
For another week or so.
Listening to the silly advice,
That true love comes only for,
Those who wait.

All it takes is a word from him
A romantic speech,
A caring phrase,
To keep me hanging,
To this weird love.

I've been waiting, for him,
To be my true love,
Or the real one to show,
But it seems as if,
Whoever it is,
Still thrives for another.

I dream of his voice,
Whispering in my ear,
All those words,
I long to hear.

The feeling of kisses given,
Makes my heart drum,
Like with no other.

I could wait on,
But I can't keep following,
This old advice,
It leaves me cold,
When all I want is your heat.

Why should we keep on waiting?
I'm done with complications,
Be with me.

It turns exhausting
Over and over again
With no change at all.

Why don't you hate me?
God knows I hate this feeling
Of never being enough
To turn my dreams into reality
And dissolve my nightmares
In oblivion.

I can't be the other
I want to be your lover
But that's work for another.

My heart keeps beating
Like a broken record.

So stupid
That it keeps loving you
After all the waiting,
All the hurting,
With no change at all.

Over and over.