Your innocence is lost, but what came instead,
What came instead?
Your whole life you'll be asking that.

Your old emails
Laying on my imaginary table,
Waiting for a wind to be scattered.

Your sexuality is spread all around the room,
Reflecting in your seemingly colds looks,
In your casual words that aren't true,
That's like an invisible wall
That I'm going to softly run through.

That is your way,
And on your way
You stay.

Your words don't have any letters,
Put the letters back, please.

You see,
It's not visible.

You see a big, big area,
With a weird, weird stuff?
That's our dreams, that's our dreams.

You seldom know who is talking inside your head.
Your social life is full of surprises.

You stole
The mute button
Of my soul.

You told me to put a couple of details in my lines,
So I put a pizza, an elephant, a cupboard of my grandmother,
A yesterday's forecast of Irish weather,
I put and described all this together,
But you are still full of criticism.

You told me that there's nothing to think about. And now I'm sitting here and thinking about what did mean by that.

That's why girlfriends and boyfriends are only as good
As they go, and then come back,
Like the next flood.

You tossed me from the bed,
To make your point,
But you are still naked.

You've got me smiling,
You've got me laughing,
You've got me living,
Please go on.

You've got only one life,
But than again,
You are getting it back every morning.

You were so real,
That I tripped over your imaginary shadow.

Zen-eternity is coming to get you,
You over-excited achievement ******.