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Oh child, you paint your thoughts on your forearms and sing your dreams in loud guitar notes but nothing seems to bring the smile back, the innocence is gone, reality has hit too hard. Oh child, your words scribbled on dirty napkins are valued more than gold, but you ignore the treasures your own mind so kindly offers, too often you escape into your own world. Oh child, there's chalk dust on your fingers and a beautiful portrait on your desk but you're too far gone in your madness and red splatters the canvas - and your soul. Dear child, I can hear the chant of your heart, the drums seeking to break free from your rib cage, along wi

Close your eyes, love, imagine the waves kissing the sand over and over again just like I kissed your soft lips every night, sweet honey rolling off my tongue. Feel the wind caressing your sun-burnt skin, the cool evening breeze ruffling your hair, remember my fingers tangled in your golden halo, my whispers sending shivers down your spine. Do you see it, love? this beautiful sunset being painted in red and blue hues. the sky is a shade darker than your eyes, those which used to watch over me as I slept. Can you sing to me the colours of the leaves as they send their goodbyes to warm summer and they dance, helpless, a breath-taking waltz

As I lay down to sleep I realise I'm still wearing yesterday's makeup, I'm still wearing yesterday's scars, still living yesterday's stories. I'm not moving on, I'm not going back, suspended in void, I'm stuck - between who I was and who I dream, between me and him, my heart chooses. And it's harder than ever to decide the woman I will be tomorrow; what part of me should die tonight so I can smile and laugh by daylight? And he's oblivious, in his small world, he doesn't seem to notice my struggle, this epic fight between my temples, between the thin walls of my body. He rests by me, covered in darkness, so peaceful, not a

Between letters and sounds there's a world of unnamed colours and unsung lullabies, of unspoken emotions, unpainted portraits, a secret world only for myself to get lost into. There's a full moon tonight and it pulls on the seams of my sanity, undoing me, it leaves me raw and burning with desire like a star being born out of chaos. Between night and day there is magic, a time for the fantasies we hide to come forth and I love how the dusk engulfs in flames all my fears and hidden regrets; they disappear. I loved the lies you huskily told me, how they perfectly fit into my world, the words leaving your lips kept me in a wonderf

I'm tired, so tired... of games, lies and half truths, of smudged, black, ugly, inky liners, of too red lips pouting in vain. My bones are weary, so weary... of the weight they proudly bear, the legacy they must continue - what is the point in such a world? I'm scared - I am afraid - of faux emotions painted on faces, masks being worn carelessly as if man's true self was a play. I run and I trip and I rush, as far away from this nightmare but darkness falls, cold like rain, you can't outrun it, can't escape it. Where is your light of salvation when even the sky seems to be dead and even the songs of the People have slowly

Hey boy, do you remember summer skies With vivid blue and purple painted clouds, The creek was humming alongside yellow birds And we were breaking tiny waves with our bare feet. Your golden-green eyes blended with the sun-kissed grass And my tan lines were all you'd be staring at, We played the games of innocence hidden by oaks, You were the first to steal my lips, but not the last. Hey Summer, sweet little wine you've got, We drank it all, it's all a blur, when did it stop? My heart, it seems it's gone astray, not coming back, But I don't care, I'm dancing on the rhythm of the night. And I raise my glass for Summer, For dusty ro

For what it's worth, I'll miss her, Like the deserts miss the rain And while she's gone, I'll kiss her, Throughout the night, in all my dreams. As moons do rise, he'll dream of me, Of gentle words to whisper in my ear, Impossible as it may seem, his love Could break my oaths and wipe my fears. Oh, Goddess of the Moon and Hunt, Why is your path so full of thorns? Your arrows hurt and bleed my heart But there is nothing that could stray my mind. Oh, Warrior of Ancient Times and Wars, How lonely are the roads you walk upon, Between the Sun and Moon you chose But were you wise, or just another foolish man? How many days or months