Bag of Cliché

She did the work supreme
Trying to reach the core of it
Cold, cold and faceless
No emotions to be hidden
Meanwhile, I still hide myself inside
Deep in my thoughts I would slide
The memories of unknown wishes
I wouldn't wish real now

No fire will melt this
So many tried to survive this
A burden of insecurity
Waiting to be taken by someone else

Rip OFF the drama
cut it to pieces
let us see the real you that's been asleep
Meanwhile
I'll try to keep
this friendly and trusty smile upon my face.

Solace

Cover me in sweet poetry
That takes away a few tears
From the deep pools of water in your eyes

In a dream coming too soon
Take me to a lighthouse
Offering the warm and reliefing hand
I'll never forget

Coming up the stairs
Lead me to a room
Where the breeze of the afternoon
Will seal our ripped disguise

I'll be laying in your arms
Naked
In your arms

Room

I saw your silhouette
A white trail drawn in the air
You were a crystal glass falling down

I saw your face breaking in a thousand pieces
Each shining brighter than the lights in the street
And I sadly couldn't join them all

I saw you walking proudly
As if the hell around didn't bother you
As if you were strong and true after all
And I believed you

We danced until the sun came back
You laughed about my lack of personality
We surrendered to the music of it all
Nothing but a glass about to fall
And I forgot

I forgot how to find the one that made me blind
I'll remember how to be who's better for me
Who'll change the sheets of my soul

I'll wait for me to return
This hunger never growing old or small
I'll be someone I'll fear
Pale and raw
Raw

I'm coming back
Opening the gates
My new highlights keeping me awake

I'm coming now, straight and tight
I'll be someone, let's blow your mind
My ego is flying me to the skies

And I exist
Not as you thought it should be
The pillows on my face have no more mean
Free from this body, clean from this scorn
they've thorn me apart

But the piano is still playing
There's music in my death
Am I really gone, or have I gone mad
Maybe I could save something from that glass


I'll wait for me to return
This hunger never growing old or small
This eternal shame growing insane
but I'm afraid to fall

Reverie

Waking up, stepping down
Feel her warmth by my side
Protected by her endless love
Surrendered by her glowing shine
I'm drawing in
Drawing

When she smiles, the world stops to look
When she cries, their hard words can touch
Words that wound, words that learn
Words

All i want is to be there again
To be strong and confident
To go through it all, and face all the grief
Show us all what i believe in
Let me sail, let me drown again
Let me be
Lose myself in the reverie

That 'different paths and choices' thing
Keeps getting me sad
The flower one, easy life it may bring
Easy now sounds so bad

Stepping over flowers, kicking roses aside
If i only could i'd stray
Why's it getting so hard to hide
I won't be taken away


All i want is to be there again
To be strong and confident
To go through it all, and face all the grief
Show us what i believe in
Let me sail, let me drown again
Let me be
Lose myself in the reverie

(all i've ever wanted)

fhrighten

So many guys say wonderful things about her. Some of her male friends would give anything to date her. Why should he be different?
He is the one she really needs - though he's not the most beautiful, neither the most interesting friend of hers. She hates herself more than she hates him, for letting herself in his game.
But she feels like he doesn't give a shit about it all.
Of course he cares, but not really as much as she does.
She's afraid of how it all might end.
Will he close the door behind him again? She may be left all by herself again, all of a sudden. She's not sure of anything. She's afraid.
Even though, he's also afraid - afraid of not caring about her at all. He considers her for everything she ever did to him and all they've ever done together... but can that be called caring?
Sometimes, deep inside, he wishes he would push her away of his life again, but this time forever. However, he can't know if he won't also be left all alone again afterwards.
Where can all those answers be?

Par a doxes

A lovely life he wanted, money taken for granted
And the paycheck returned them each day

First time never be the last time
As his iris becomes gray

All tongues be kept for a painful delay

A lovely life he wanted, money taken for granted
And the paycheck returned them each day

First time never be the last time
As his iris becomes gray
All tongues be kept for a painful delay

First time never be the last time
As his iris becomes gray
All tongues be kept

"Mary, you knew my husband a long time...
Oh yes, my darling!
And do you remember what he always said about these things?"