I don't believe in
intelligent design yet
somehow you're divine

1:18 PM
16/8/20

Your song rejuvenates my heart
Your melody reminds me of the past
All of which have turned cold and dry
Like two worlds apart
When you sing to my soul
It really soothes it tonight
The withering flower inside
Grows a little higher and the petals a little longer
Please, stay with me at twilight
When you leave me for her
It is like we are
Two...
In one universe
Too close to ignore our love
So we forget about what is love

pearl feathers you refuse to call white
scared it would mean something if you did
scared your scepticism will cup cold palms
around your warming neck and squeeze
what little belief you have out of you
a corpse will always be a corpse
but the soul of a wanderer will wander
into the wind and sky and I
and you too if you just let him
so let him

let him be the breeze
that forces you to stop counting
the number of days that have passed
since he last hugged you

let him be your buoy that
serves ground in an ocean
that knows of no stillness

let him be
the flickering light
the white butterfly
the fallen feather

he will be forever with us
let him be

Angels  and demons
share flats - and beds.

Angels and demons
are the best
- friends.

We try to change it
and make them fight.
We hate the darkness,
we want the light.

They live in peace
they know themselves well.

We are at war
but with ourselves.