what a beautiful
tragedy
my love for you,
so strong,
it can destroy
my very
core
...
I'm hopeless.

A tender sea rocks my boat
it is lulling me to sleep,
gentle breeze is like coat
I fall into it deep.

I trust this stormy water
I won't be on my own
endless waves sing softer
almost semi tone.

I love this sea, these seagulls
this noisy wind and sheer sky,
some stretched canvas on easel
and painting now is dyed.

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scream up and down
to give me more space
but when the
night comes
cold sets in
...
I just want you to hold me.

I slip down the looping slopes of your curly hair.
Just when I think I'll stop,
the curve of your scented mane flips me upside down.

I shout with happiness, like a child in an amusent park.

I walk, I roam, I run-
I travel through every path of your soft, black hair.

And when the ride ends, I'm already crazy to slip again.

Her eyes—so magical, so beautiful,
her soul shines through.
No matter how, it just does:
a perfect human, with a glance
that claims.

She doesn’t take the stage—
she owns it, she lives it.
Every blink makes the world flicker—
a soft fire burning
without permission.

I can’t tell if I’m falling in love
or just living in awe of a being so perfect.
She’s sitting across from me,
and it’s unbearable—

the way her fingers trace the rim of her glass,
like it’s the most intimate thing in the room.
She shifts slightly, and so does the gravity in my chest.
I haven’t said anything.
Probably for the best.

Because my hands tremble beneath the table—
not from fear,
but from the ache of holding back everything I’d say
if I believed I deserved to be heard.

Her eyes—still rimmed in that inky black—
don’t glance, they lock.
She sees something—maybe me,
or maybe she’s just letting me believe it.

Her lips look like velvet left out in moonlight—
soft, secret, poetic.
Like every word she’d speak writes itself.
I reach for the strength to stay fated,
holding the silence like it’s sacred.

She doesn’t talk much.
She doesn’t need to.
Her silence hums louder than a crowded room,
and I’m starstruck by her presence.

Her laugh fills the room with a kind of passion—
too alive to ignore.
It makes me unravel.
And I’m not sure if I want to run
or lean closer
and ask her to say my name.

You are so sweet and very nice
I like your style, your voice, and eyes
Your body needs a long vacation
Your soul lacks peace and my attention

I think about it every day
I hope that you will find a way
To buy the ticket to my town
You are my princess, here’s your crown

When you arrive we’ll celebrate
And next to you, my heart’s awake
I'm waiting for you, I want you to rush
Because you are my Canadian crush

You're hot and cool, you are my muse
You hate tattoos but you like *****
Your shape is awesome, you are fit
Your belly's ripped a little bit

All dudes are sad coz they are dumped
They've been rejected so they're numb
All women hate you coz you're great
They are so sad, it is their fate

They hate to watch how all the men
Look at your **** and chest again
But you don't care what women think
You've come for joy and other things

The Earth is better when you're here
Enjoy your life without fear
You are the best, do what you want
Dance like a crazy, coz you're young