it's the dreams I am afraid of,
                           not the nightmares.....

It's not the piercing thorns that hurt me,
                                 its the blooming rose above...

the     way        he
tilted    his    head
was mesmerizing
the      fact      that
he  actually cared
was      surprising
the    manner    of
his        eloquence
was     tantalizing

People are like flowers.
                                                        ­              He
Some have more petals.
                                                         ­            Just
Some less.
                                                           ­     Found
Some live longer.
                                                         ­           That
Some don't.
                                                          ­        Other
It may be nature withering it away.
                                                           ­      World.
Or it could be a sudden fatal storm.

One look,
One smile,
A miracle,
And a little while.

It’s all it takes,
To keep me up all night,
And about you,
I’ll phantomise…

The stars,
Form your silhouette,
My words,
Form you name.

My dreams,
Scream,
Your haunting eyes,
That I phantomise…

No one can replace,
Your soul,
No one can play,
Your role.

It’s just a price,
Only your love will suffice,
But all I can do is,
Phantomise…

reaching for you
is like reaching
for the back of my palm
with fingers
of the same hand...
i just can't
you are so close
close to my heart
yet so hard to reach
so frustratingly far...
your honey sweet words
never desist me
but you are distant away
still i wish you'd stay
the world separates us
you barely know me
but you know me
more than anyone i've told
though you know nothing
about me since
i've told you no more
but you know me so much more
this feeling is bitter
this feeling is...
our profane love

Tiptoe... out of my room,
Tiptoe... down the hall,
Tiptoe... down the stairs,
Tiptoe... outside,
Tiptoe... under the streetlight,
Tiptoe... into your arms.