Like a strawberry you are always red
Like a pink flower when you blush
I felt your heart as my bed
And your hands my paint brush
...
a new morning has come
with a golden sun and a rose
last night has gone
and old pages closed
...
A part of me
Why does it always
have to happen to me
...
missing someone
i don’t yet know
feeling the pleasure
of pure peacefulness
...
why didn't you reply
when i sent you a message
maybe you haven't seen it
or you don't have credit
...
a fairy tale inside me
the dragon and the rose
...
give me your hand
but why...
we are no more
are we... are we no more
...
oh yeah that's me
you still remember my name
oh yeah that's me
you still cherish my name
...
i can feel it
in the air
it's coming
wet and smooth
...
that's when i hate poetry...
when i have to leave someone
and i don't want to say goodbye
when i see pure love
...