I am me
seeing me
loving me
hurting me
healing me
birthing me over and over again
The best lover
I told myself I could be the best lover
Listen to me
I told myself I could form the fairytales with words and my own hands
With imagination and soul
Choosing to go where the sky bends
And the water calls me out and balances me
Soothed over as honey
On a chest so sweet
So deep dark and brown
Sitting under crowns
Floating on clouds
I believed it, yes I believed it
One hundred Lonely Years

One hundred Lonely Years

She was
She was a mirror
An alignment
An embodiment
A step ahead
And I believed I loved her
DAYDREAMER

Aflame

One hundred Lonely Years

One hundred lo lee years
is a trusted risk
diminished too quick
teasing taste of bliss

