If i were wrong
could you sing a song?
A song that prove i was right
to behold all that i see within the silence of night.
A song that bring forth the light
should i ever seize my mouth and start write?

If you were wrong,
would you sing me a song?
About how dragon fancies it mating flight,
Or perhaps how they embrace each night,
May be you could sing to me of their height
Or with it how they seldom fight?

If we were wrong,
Could we sing out this song?
Of a million stars shining against the broken of blue,
How I gaze into your eyes, so deep and mystical too?
A song about a heartbeat that beats as one so true?
Pray the day, should i ask,are we to say i do?

Even if we were wrong,
would it change much of the song?
About a dragon and his partner of opal hue,
Embraced their flight as they higher flew,
A mystical air that surrounds them both, i knew
we cant stay angry like this, lets remain happy like them.

ribcage of my mind

Fallen glass and shattered spectrums;
Fallen dreams and dusty plectrums;
Rotting rainbow most beloved;
Rusty faces, soil has covered;
Filthy screams and curled eyelashes;
Fuming head and pretty gashes;
All these pieces fill the ribcage-
THEY MAKE UP MY MIND.

happiness

Happiness is a cycle,
It comes from love
and flows with joy.
It comes and goes as it please,
flowing through your day like disease.
do you feel happy every day and night?
I doubt you might.
As i walk through my hallway
I wonder am i truely happy each day?

Fryday

Thursdays just dont count and
words dont mean twice as much.
Thursdays dont work like fridays
It's May and it's a friday.
It's May and it's a friday.

It was 2 years ago,
it was 3 months ago.
it was.

Friday to him means inhale,inhale,inhale.
to her skull,skull,floor.
to them party, party,party, crash.
to other her, study,study,study,nap.

Friday ends and the week will still roll on,
between his fingers,
between her lips,
between the sheets.
You either wake up tommorow
or you don't.

Uncertain

look before you leap,
Better safe than sorry.
Prevention is better than cure...
A stiching time saves nine...
but, he who dares wins.
Don't count your chickens
Better to have loved and lost.
Conflicting informations, advices
and proverbs.

Here iam at the crucible,
Unsure of where i stand.
Do i err on the side of caution?
or do i keep aiming for the moon
to land among the stars.

mocking life

Birds are telling me
i should sleep.
I'm considering it,
assuming their intentions are pure.
Still i dont know what pure is,
other than a mocking theory.

Darkness is the hardest

I felt the warmth of your breath
brush on the nape of my neck,
and the weight of your hand
rest own my shoulders,
But i know you were never there
So why do i feel damn alone?

I felt your hands stroke my own
and smelled your skins soft bouquet,
But i know that you were never there
so why do i feel damn betrayed?

I felt you fingers caress my hair,
and the beats of your heart,
wash away my pain,
But i know that you were never there
So why do i feel so damn insane?

Wasted nothing all this time

What if I end up being everything
you were trying to find?
I may, I never said I wasted anything
except my time expecting so much ,
expecting so much that i think i am gonna find
Open up my head now
and all i see is the memories.

what if i end up being nothing
you were afraid to find?
you could be broken
and i would be right there broken with you
Or you could be screaming
and I would be right there screaming with you.

If you wanna change the world
of this time and make it ours...
I would be right there by your side.
What if i turn up being everything
you were trying to find?

Cloudy paranoid

You are across the room,
But baby: you will never be closer.
I can feel your breath rippling on me.
and your smell- rusty and delicately sweet.
and then you look at me feverishly,
and then you are gone.
The light sweeps in through the windows
and you are a ghost that I wont see ever again.