There was a mysterious smile on my face today.
I knew that there was a certain death today.
Today, may be the last time my lips will curl.

There was a monogomous hymn in my head.
It was the soft humming of your lovely voice.

Slowly, I fell asleep.
I knew it will be the death of me.

It was a wildfire I left burning in your heart.
But I knew it will be the death of me.

So I died.
I died, the tremendous death.

As I lay dying,
I saw the sight of your face.

Contemplating.
Smiling.
Confused.
Disgusted.
Happy.
As a river of tears washes my face.

I knew it was the death of me.
So I died.
I died the tragic death.
But you didn't.

Live.

Sometimes I want to be held
Or want a listening ear
At times I want companionship
But my wants are blocked by fear
I fear being left
I fear not being heard
I fear meeting someone who will not keep their word

Sometimes I want to be bound
Other times I want to be free
Some nights I want someone to stay
Other nights I want them to leave
There are days I want someone special around
There are plenty of days when I just don't care
At the end of the day
I need reassurance that when I need that special someone they'll be there


Some days I can be extremely difficult
Other days I'm rather simple
Some days I'll require a lot from my man
But many days I'll only require little

I have to be real and admit
I don't really think that I'm fully equipped
For a monogomous relationship
But I'm willing to try
To think of this relationship thing with the right guy
If only he can promise not to make tears fall from my eyes

Yes, I have a brick wall up
And I surely am afraid of love
This is definitely true
I want to remove my guard
But I'm not sure if that's what I'm ready to do

Will I love?
Or will I hide from it?
I honesetly don't know what I'll choose
I guess until I figure it out
I'll continue to sing my single woman's blues

lily does her yoga
into the pensive penguin..
she´s on the radio again..!

one hesitant flipper
and some favourite songs
some poems

and her friend steve..
are penguins monogomous
they might be

i´ll ask the computer
but standing by the ice
flashing a peculiar eye

the soul is all
her nose in the comical air
the fish asks why..