they think i am exaggerating when i say
i am a private one
i am a dark one, i am a shallow one
i am a sealed book
my lock is lost
and the key
at the deepest ocean tossed

do not try to open me
i mistakenly paved a bleak lane
and all the feet commonly turn away
when they feel the coldness of my heart
boosting the grounds from my narrow part

do not think you are my saving king
or my providing queen so just back away
and when i say you are just like the others
i was not exaggerating when i said

i love loving you
i love the way you love me too
in sunset we welcome the shadows
we sneak to share love in a mad show

two bodies connected in heart and soul
painting a picture of two fools
fell in love too early and forgot to mourn
for their soon to be smoldering souls

they warned me before but i was on a cloud
they tried to reach me but i poured down
rainy lies assuming i finally figured it out

i have dug the hole
now it’s time for me to stay there in whole
hopeless romantics making mistakes
oh so bold

i have mastered the arts of being shut
a lonely closed mouth all year but
only because my words had turned to dust
from the day my teeth been cut
and i hated the way things went unjust
dead flowers inside my guts

a goddess in the night
when the bright sun was peeling
like a wild flower
being picked up from an empty ceiling
like a hurricane shattering every appearance
from a youthful child’s appealing
to a dull grayish feeling

she was born again in the evening
hearing every judgment like a knife
cutting through the wounds of healing
she was nobody but somebody to me then

she had the essences of me when i was leaving
a body of a soul that was not leaning
to let the sky’s tears wash off deep ends
of sad songs colliding to let you speaking
words you’ve never heard before
to a lovely womanly hearing

i am her and she was me
but she was fearing me
and i wasn’t letting her seeking
the discomfort of the godlessly meaning

maybe the two strangers
looking at the same shining light
shared the most graceful moment
of their lives
without a clue in mind
what the stranger’s name was
but they knew what they smelled like
and maybe these strangers
shared more moments than we ever can

alone in summer and winter
alone in the eve of your disappearance
alone all my life i have been
until i died

the loneliness of the cold breeze of winter
made me freeze to death
but i was made alive in your presence
alive all my life i have been
until i die next to you in the warmth of summer