I should be a Morning person to my sleep
I should be a girl dressed full to steep
I should rub my lipstick not to pout
I should be quite rather than to shout
I should be a perfect girl hanging only inside the house
I should be a cook crowned with a toque for my spouse
I should have flew away from this custody of life cage
To the heaven of  FREEDOM with endless age

In love with your drop on my cheek
That snaps the best smile on me
In love with the damp on my hair
That gives the best hairstyle on me
In love with the wet garms I wear
That  wraps the best hug for me
In love with your touch on my feet
That gifts the best comfort to me
In love with the rhythm you arrive
That  lights the best dance in me
In love with the drizzle you pour
That rains the best memories to me

She waved at me
I was high in the air
She kissed at my cheek
I was all blank
She gave all her time
I was living happiness
She kept looking into my eyes
I began to run to her
She couldn't come one day
I was getting mad to see her
She never came to me then
I was lost in her all then
She now came in my dreams
I was now living in her screams

I  wake up soon
As I have dis-ease in sleeping
I  hate my spoon
As I have dis-ease in eating
I care my immune
As I have dis-ease in breathing
I pray soon
As I have dis-ease in healing
I end up like a ****
As I have dis-ease in fleeing
I cry for my doom
As I have dis-ease in screaming
I shed tears to Moon
As I wish none gets dis-ease in a living

Darker are the nights I sleep
Darker are the men I peep
Darker are the books I read
Darker are the folks who bleed
Darker are the engines with speed
Darker are the world under grave
Darker are the places I may crave
Darker are the dreams I see
Darker are the ones around me