some times when i lie in my bed i think of various books i have read.

I think of all those charascters so beautifly shaped, about the heroes and their bravery, how might and heroic they are,i remember my dad sitting and leading me trough enchanted worlds of fairytails,i imagined kingdome made of pure white marble and thir princesses in those heavy dresses,i imagined villans baithed in evil,standing in the darkness, and died cowardly.
I had the most wonderful world in my head, i was fearless, i was a knight of my own kingdome,i was a good guy,the one who brings justice the one that slashes evil dragons and saves the beautiful lady,the one the crowd likes.
And along the way everything got blurred,the princesses were drag queens,the kindome didn't exist ,and i dont know what went wrong,i don't know if i am a hero anymore,or a bad guy,i grew up thinking that justice beat evil,always...actually i have imagined the world differently...
                                   but this definietly wasn't the ending i imagined.

You pop into my head,and suddenly i can see,
i can't say a thing when people ask me about myself
i don't know who i am,beacuse you moulded me.
I am here,where you left me,behind the closed doors,
it seems like i have lost my true form,
so what is my name now if i can't call myself "Yours"?

she came to me with a song and smile
my feathers were black, hers in style...

she wanted to stay by my side
she put our differences away, like she was blind

she was nightingale announcing spring
i was a crow with broken wings

she sang beautiflly while i was crawing
she stayed until cold wind started blowing

when winter came she was gone
deep in snow,burried with her song.

that was the last spring that i know
it has passed a milenium,and in my heart stills snows.

I wish i could put you in a train tonight,
the one that goes far away and departs my heart.

She calls me Mr.Demon
She calls me alot of things
I try to tend to her needs
But I seem to still fail
I welcomed her into
My frozen home
Yet she still cries
Her tears
Are the coldest thing
To ever touch me
Yet she still calls me
Over to be
By her side

And felt as beautiful as you think she is.

I wish I walked into a room and grabbed attention as much as she grabs yours.

I wish I spoke and captivated someone the way she captivates you when she says your name.

I wish I awoke in the morning and heard my true love's heartbeat next to mine as she does every day.

I wish I knew a love as strong as your love for her.

I do not wish for your love, though, because I know that is one thing that is far out of my reach. I only wish for someone to love me the way that you love her, so that maybe someday I will love him as much as I still love you.