hush-a-bye NOT...hush-a-bye baby, in your bednobody's here to care for youyou'll get a worm if you turn redand a serpent if you turn bluehush-a bye baby, leave this landnobody's here to make you smileyou'll grow up as a pile of sandthat will be blown after a whilehush-a-bye baby, make no soundjust smile and wave you may not crydon't bother walking on the groundyou got your wings, go on and fly
conveyEven when colors turn to gray...And spring and summer last one day...Even when flowers fade and die...And when no bird remains to fly...Even when soul mates grow apart
And cold sneaks into every heart
Even when sleep invades the land...And sea is swallowed by the sand
Even when wrong is seen as right
And love becomes a losing fight
Even when all will walk away
I'd like to be the one to stay
a trip to dyspragmatism land..tell me something sweet and lowsneak it in your ice tea mugadd some drops of I don't knowin your boiling bedroom rugsleep alone and hug a glovedream of lands where apples flyfeeling cold? put on your lovejust as long as pigs will crytake off all those things you askclay or sand, it might all breakhave a question? wear a masksoil is in and not so fakesilver spoon? why? what's the use?i can snatch it with my teethsnails are surely not my museit's what's lying underneath
what if he died?Once again, he found himself driving his car on that long, grueling and tiring road up to that tiny hut in the mountains...Although he had sworn never to visit it again, he just couldn't help it...it was as if something deep inside him was calling him to drive up this road once again...a primal instinct, stronger than the "etched in stone will" he thought he had...This time, it was in his new car, a safer car than the ones he had crashed while driving up there or down there...This time, he was older, more mature and surely knew what he was doing... or so he thought...This time, he'd feel safer while driving...or so he thought...That road was long, too long for his own good...tiring...filled with turns and bumps...and it was dark...way darker than he remembered...he could barely see in front of him let alone see his target destination...the radio, as usual, was on NRJ...he was pleased to hear one of his favorite songs by Sunrise Avenue, but weird enough, that song was pla
A'less 200I shed the first letter, yet I kept writing...I lost the whole struggle, yet I kept fighting...I cried, I weeped, I howled, four million times before...I died, I went to hell, yet long to live once more...I'm like this denser cloud, with mushy silver drops...I'm like this sleepy town, where time suddenly stops...I'm like this other me, not the monster I knew...I'm this fetus reborn, forgetting he once grew...Sometimes, I lose myself, I'm not here, I'm not there...Yet when I think of you, I feel I'm everywhere...Sometimes in freezing nights, I feel I lost my soul...Yet when I touch your lips, your fire mends my whole...
my world...in my mAke-believe world...where everything hAppens the wAy i desire, the wAy i pleAse...brushes color your peAceful dreAms...with flAmboyAnt colors...vibrAnt glitters...And effulgent spArkles...the ground is covered with violet sAtin...And muslin...in the sky, heAvenly birds fly...gArnet butterflies...And fAiries...in my world,where feAthery rAin drops fAll gentlyto kiss your tender skinyou'd be sleeping in my Arms,All wArm, secureAnd smiling...
touch And go...once upon A stArless night,you glittered like the sunyet when the dArk wAs out of sightyou felt your job wAs doneonce upon A breezeless dAy,you blew out like A stormyet when the trees stArted to swAyyou took Another formonce upon A dreAmless sleep,you showed up like A trAnceyet when they stArted counting sheepyou left without A glAnceonce upon ferocious pAins,you heAled A broken HeArtyet when the life rAn through their veinsyou wAnted to depArt
they all fall down...dreAm of something greAt...then sit And wAtch it fAde...mold A king of A pAupersketch his shining crownthen suddenly,they simplyfAlldown...dreAm of something big...bigger thAn your life...build A world from one dustconstruct cities from claythen swiftly,they simplyfAdeAwAy...dreAm of something wArm...wArmer thAn my own love...erect A tropicAl country from snow flAkesAnd heAr the tides through your empty shellthen silently,we simplyburnin hell...