Maybe

I maybe
where I've been born
I maybe
what I have done
but I won't be
what I've lived for
for what you live for
is what you die for
and you're just dead then

Another Miracle

Miracles
are
what when you get used to
lose their meaning


Call me when you need one

Honsety

Looking
at
what
you've always been
looking
for
,
ask yourself
"was that really what it is ?"

Simplicities

Why is that not a simple word
at all?

Simplicities

of life!

For An Angel

Angels

are hard to find

But
angels are boring
just too good to love

But
there's one angel I love
too lovely to be an angel

And
it's why she's unique

Damn Designers

Have you been really born someday?

Are you sure
you've not been designed
for me to love?

YOU

Your

Mind is to find

Lips are to whisper

Fingers are to find

Skin is to taste

My

Lips are to taste

Skin is to feel

Ears are to know

Soul is to lose

You

are to love

I

am to love you

Tell me

Was that your touch

Was that your breath
Were they your whispers


Tell me those were

just illusions


But tell me why


my skin's softer now
and my neck badly warm
and I'm comfortably yours

TASTE

Ever want to taste

what it tastes like

when I give you all I can

of a taste

you've never tasted it all

and you're never tasted at all

That was not me

That was not you

the wind on your skin

Against the wind

I stand

smell

all it's pouring on my face

all it's taken off you

all the way

for me