If you tell me
you´d give me anything
I want you to mean it.
Because if someday
you can give me anything
I don´t want you to
I want you to still be
the same as you where
when you´d give me anything
in exchange for my love.

Whatever we do
wont change the story
whatever we choose doesn´t help the writer
we are just here
and life doesn´t care
we are born precisely to die
anything else is just a disguise
what we make of this short time
that we call life
is what matters,
even if it doesn´t last.

Here I am,
sitting by myself
staring at the window
watching the rain.

It pours down softly
and the sound it makes
hitting the pavement
reminds me of a friend.

regardless of the pain
I can´t help but to think of those days
when he was here sitting in this chair.

A thousand pieces my heart broke into
a while ago when I had you,
but you took one too many
and now that it´s all together
the hole is there
of the pieces you took.

never will it be
what it was before you.
The pain remains,
the memories haven´t left
and my heart cries everytime
somebody says your name,
longing, wishing
for you to come back
and stay.

She believes in wishes,
And that true love exists,
And Maybe some day
Will come her prince.

She wears flower crowns,
And reads old books,
She believes in poetry
And in unicorns, too.

She enjoys learning
And reading the dictionary
But never got good grades
It just wasn't the matter.

However this world
Was never enough
She wanted a fairytale
And never got it along.

That's why
she had to create
A world for herself
And nobody else
Hoping someday
A prince would come
To rescue her from this sleep
That never begun.

That girl,
The one who always smiles,
The one who is quiet but never shy,
The one with an average score,
The one you have never seen cry.

What you don't know is
Under those pink, purple and green
Bracelets and watch
Are where the scars hide
Every night she cries
And wonders why.

The piece of paper she has written
Saved in her top drawer of the left
Never being able to place it
Tomorrow will be better,
She keeps telling herself,
She seems fine but
It is because she will never tell.

Until she finds the courage
To leave the letter
And her mom will find it
Along with herself
Maybe with a smile on her face
But that time it wont be fake.

Dandelions are a curious thing,
Your wish they die to please
With a single blow of your lips
Their bodies become free
They fly amongst the sea
Whispering, planning
Only for your wish.

Their existence is tragically beautiful
But Not meant to be
Because some wishes never come true
Like you hoped they would be.