Why is my face like this
Why do I wear the kiss of rose on my lips
My eyes carry the true bliss of the earthy abyss
My fingertips can bring the apocalypse.

Why are my cheeks this soft white
Speckled with a bite from the true desire of the night
Red. Blood floods my body in this flight of life.
Why is my skin so white
When what lives inside me is the true sight?

My lips move in the form of lies
My hips roll in the rhythm of this disguise
Is this all to mesmerize some sore eyes?
Is that why my fingers always rise to analyze?

Long legs , soft flesh
But this will not stay fresh
My lips will lose their kiss
And I will miss my arrogant hiss
But why these?

That brown like a spring breeze
Those hands and feet , heart and mind
Thank you to whoever is behind
Because you learned me to fly blind
In the mighty wind.

They say red is the color of good and bad.
They say red means going mad.
War,blood,passion
It's all about the action.

I say red means inocence and purity.
I say red are the thoughts with impurity ,
That make you think about maturity.
I say red is that gentle barbarity
With a bit of sincere clarity.

I saw a touch today,
           A caress.
A touch so light and yet so strong
It was only made on the tip of their bond.

He was holding her so tight,
Light and dark light up his mind.
He was holding her so freely,
Letting her mind fly so briefly.
       A caress.
It was a beautiful mess,
It was new,
Yet their bodies knew.

They would lean into each other
And I felt like I would bother.

I was out while you were in,
They where there and I was here
And you were letting them win
Like a good puppeteer.

Why do I still like you?
I think of you and make stories in my mind with you
I look at couples and I see us into that view
But you don't even say hello to you too

You just walk away from me
And I my mind I make a plea
Please don't leave me in this cold, forgotten sea
Where nobody can set me free
But you .

I hate the way you talk
And I hate the way you walk her around the block
But I melt when I hear your lips calling my name
To me, it always sounded like a flame
You would say it like it burned to put a claim
Like you felt some kind of shame
For the way your lips changed my name.

I felt my soul stir when you looked into my eyes
You would analyze every bit of my melted sunrise
Discovering the smallest disguise
And the way my eyes sparkled while your smile rise .

But you never say hello now
And I don't want my heart to still allow your somehow vow.

I am not in love with you.
I am in love with the you I created in my mind,
And I try and search for him like a blind
But I only find you and it's like a flu.

You have his face and body and you sometimes say the same things he says to me.
And when I see that your hands are touching others
It's like I am stung by one,huge bee.

And for a second I might cry.
But I remember then and there that you  are not  him.

You are just a temporary face
A face I liked for a blank space.
You are not the one who married me
And you are not the one I met at the Black Sea.
You are not the one who cried when he met his sweet pea
And you are not the one I see with me.