something psychotic
about the little moments
in my head my dear
Flowers
always a good thing
much easier to see it
flowers are great gifts
Skeptic
who divided us
whilst skeptical against love
something will happen
Motions
motionless I lie
seasons give us many thoughts
waiting for patience
Funeral
bodies lay patches
a field of dreams that we know
our superstitions
Love
grey sands of time pass
through deceptions of your eyes
sometimes we blossom
Quantum
two cannot exist
in the same state or same time
collapse to a Point
Hatred
forgotten steps lead
us to the point of hatred
i will find you soon
Remember
crowds of people go
crowds of people stay with me
i remember you
Desperate
rampant chaos feels like
dying inside each time you
search for his silence
The Kiss
the tempestuous
crimson taste of your lips as
they leave mine behind
Surviving People
everybody is
where they live where they bet on
be stronger than hell
A Request
one show a year dear
i went over to paint it
just one show a year
Glorious Day
…Something in the way
the heavens pour like tears
of a billion angels singing
In Glorious Day…
Mine
“mine”
I Will
“Love me back… and I will…”
Always
“Love me back - always”
Can't Even
…if I were pretty…
"he wouldn’t even bother"
- With
.Me.
How To Love
(L)ength x (B)reath = (C)larity
*deep breaths*
it’s a physics
Murder Plot Love
“…I will murder you to save your soul…”