You think of me just like a butterfly
You wanna pin me to your wall so I can never fly.
Just like a flower that you need to dry
Caught between two books, squeeze me till I die.

I think I have been borrowed
but no ones brought me back
half read and then forgotten
musty book dumped on the rack ........

He holds me when i start to cry
He makes me smile with just his eyes
He shares my hopes,dreams and fears
He wipes away all my tears
I love him without regret,some may call it
ecstasy,some may call it destiny,some
may call it meant to be,
but i just call it YOU and ME.

raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O’ dagger’s journey… in my flesh
and knife’s plunge…
sink me further my baby...
the sea calls me
add to me more death …
perhaps as death slays me… I’m revived
your body is my map…
the world's map no longer concerns me…
I am the oldest capital of sadness…
and my wound a Pharaonic engraving
my pain…. extends like an oil patch
from here to china .....
in the seventh century of the "Birth"…
and lost in a dragon’s mouth…
bird of my heart…
O’ sand of the sea, and forests of olives
O’ taste of snow, and taste of fire…
my heathen flavor, and insight
I feel scared of the unknown… shelter me
I feel scared of the darkness… embrace me
I feel cold… cover me up
tell me children stories…
rest beside me…
Chant to me…
since from the start of creation
I’ve been searching for a homeland to my forehead…
that writes me on the walls… then erases me…
for ur love… to take me
to the borders of the sun… and throws me…
from ur lip… as he makes me
like dust of powdered gold…
shine of my life. my fan
my lantern. declaration of my orchards
stretch me a bridge with the scent of oranges…
and place me like an ivory comb…
in the darkness of your hair… then forget me
I am a drop of water… ambivalent
remaining in the notebook of October
your love crushes me…
like a mad horse from the Caucasus throwing me under its hoofs…
and gargles with the water of my eyes…
add to me more fury… add to me
O’ prettiest fits of my madness
for your sake I set free my baby
and effaced my birth certificate
and cut all my arteries…

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
They are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.

In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.

Me, I am made of little things,

made of pages from ur book
sure, come and take a look!
I am made from tunes of ur love songs

Made of bits of hope,
Maybe I am wrong, but baby, it is true,
I am made of the fire in you,
made of the love you give,
I am made of timeless time,
surely baby, I am made of YOU! ! ! !

i´m not a perfect girl my hair doesnt stay always in place.
and sometimes i have a broken heart.
i sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right.
but when i think about it,and i take a step back,
i remember how amazing life truly is that maybe just maybe i like bieng ( UN-perfect )
and u like it too ...so dont ever judge me this is me and this is my f***king ......life.

The sun is shining But there is no light for me
the moon is high in the sky But still cant sleep
i know you are somewhere smiling But not for me.

I slice your name into my wrist
and write "I love you" upon my fist.
I think about you day and night.
Into my heart you bring some light.

You always look at her, not me.
Today I watched you get down on your knee
And though you probably cannot tell,
Love is something I know well.
I felt like an angel among kings,
But now I feel like the devil had clipped my wings.