I let you touch my skin
there are little pink flowers along my thighs
But you never did let me in,
I´m the only one who ever cries
I laid myself bare
and you ate your fill
but I wanted you to LOVE me
and I know you never will

She is my snow in summertime
Everything I cant have
Everything I wish were mine
Only ever years ago
May I see a summers snow
Our kisses go long forgotten
By everyone but me
Love only exists
In books of history
Because even if it snows
Everyone knows
It doesn't last
so it must be,
Our stolen romance remains in the past.
And I must keep remembering
though memory brings me pain
i'm a ******* (just for this)
So I'll dance in summer rain

Her bracelet broke once she let me go,
I thought it was a sign
The necklace she gave me split a little after
Once I thought maybe she was mine
Now we're drifting faster and faster
Though I knew she was gone...

I held on

I told you I loved Oranges
Not for the taste but because they make good muses
The pulp is quite nasty
But the way they are built to share, and to share is to love
I told you how I love poems with oranges
And when the time came
And i wouldn´t eat
And I couldn´t eat
And you peeled an orange
And you gave me half

How dare you love me the way I long to be loved?

i obsess over you
you are the sun
in my eyes
I go blind
as you rise
what loathed sweetness,
you are fine silver
of the dagger
in my chest
gleaming whilst I stagger
what a joyous agony!

¨I´m not killing people, I´m killing boys¨
I didn´t understand at the time
but after living I know
of their sharp little teeth, and their smiles of knives
They haunt girls like us
for all of our lives
Watching, staring
with hungry little eyes
so why not strike first, do away with the stress
That´s precisely my logic!
May Artemis bless

Screaming through out the room
Everyone stands
Punches land with a boom
****** noses and hands
No one moves to help
They film the carnage
blood flows from one girls scalp
Screaming like a dying baby partridge

The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches,
Veiled like a woman, evoking another time,
The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb,
Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.

My ingenious fingers wait when they have found
The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art–
As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.

I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips,
The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased *******.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests,
Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.

tell me you want just me
That I´m not just the convenient choice
water when you´d rather have wine
tell me that you only want me
that you want to be mine?
but you cant tell me that
if its not a lie.
I´m your backup plan, not the love of your life

Tu manges mon cour, le sucre t'attire et je suis diabétique
Mais,  je continuerai à t'aimer jusqu'à ce que
la terre cesse de tourner et que les étoiles tombent de notre ciel  
Je ne peux pas vous oublier Parce que Je ne veux pas.

Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler,

La nuit.

Et Vénus se marie avec mes yeux,
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me dit de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir
Et pourtant, elle mourra avec moi,

That man to me seems closer to the gods, than I could ever be

  the man who sits opposite you
          and close by listens
            to your sweet voice

         and your enticing laughter—
           that indeed has stirred up the heart in my breast.
            For whenever I look at you even briefly
            I can no longer say a single thing,
            my tongue is frozen in silence;
      
         instantly a delicate flame runs beneath my skin;
            with my eyes I see nothing;
            my ears hear no noise.
            A cold sweat covers me,
            trembling seizes my body,
            and I am greener than the grass.

            Lacking but little of death do I seem.

I would much prefer to see the lovely

     way she walks and the radiant glance of her face

     than the war-chariots of the Lydians or

     their foot-soldiers in arms.

Shes standing on my studio stage
Standing singing moonage
daydream,
She´s a daydream
In fake sun spotlights \
She´s a sunset
She blinds me with golden beams
I´ve listened to the song
a hundred times over
But it never sounds quite right without her
Cause the sound of her lips
she controls my entirety
my hands, my face, my hips
and she kisses my scars
She´s better than anything I´ve seen
My lady singing moonage daydream.