Black And White Is The Scene,
Still Suffocated By A Wet, Velvet Screen,
Watched By Two Lovers, Each A Teen,
Both Eager For The Gorgeous Rising Sun Scene.

They’re Waiting For The Sun To Repaint The Picture,
Tightly Are His Arms Holding Her,
Fully Knowing That She’s His Cure,
For All His War And Anger.

White P[Eacock Is A Symbol Of Gud
Luck & It Is Found Very Rare

I Wish Gud Luck To All Of U
Its Genuineness Is That It

I’ve Found Great People Everywhere
They Come Into My Life
Just Like You All Those Others Too
Have Given Me Delight

Last Night I Heard A Star Weeping…
I Wanted To Run Away For Not Hearing It Anymore

But I Didn’t Find A Finish Line To Put An End
To My Heeding.So I Remained Immovable,

There Are Many Lonely People In
This World, Looking For Someone
Special To Meet. They Go Through
All Sorts Of Channels, Hoping To Find
The One, To Make Them Feel Complete.
Actually, Too Much Emphasis Is Put
On Sex Appeal. Qualities Of This
Nature, Can Be Nice But Not Always
Practical Or Ideal. There’s Nothing
Wrong With Looking At A Nice Face,
But What Constitutes The Rest? Do
They Have The Ability, To Make You
Feel Special? Or Do They Bring Out
In You, Your Level Best? A Nice Face
To Look At, Isn’t What It’s Cracked Up
To Be. Just Give Me, A Warm And
Caring Person, To Spend The Rest Of
Their Life, With Me

Can You See Me?
See This Poor Excuse For A Girl?
See My Lifeless Eyes?
See These Tears That Stream Down My Face?
No, You Cant, Because You Are Not Here.
Can You See Me?
See The Depression That Has Slowly Taken Over Me?
See The Blood That Slickly Glides Acros Smy Legs?
See These Trembleing Lips That Scream Your Name?
No, You Cant, Because Im All Alone
Can You See Me?
See The Pain I Endure Daily?
See My Ashey Skin That Bleeds For You?
See The Torture I Have To Live Though?
No, You Cant, Because You Are So Far Away
Soif You Cant See Me
Dont You Dare Tell Me Im Wrong
Dont You Dare Say Its A Mistake
Dont You Dare Lie And Say You Care
Because If Any Of This Were True
You Would Be Able To See Me

We Were Green Then, And The Age Of Never Again Would Never Fade
But Everything Is Fashion With Us, Creatures Of A Blind Brigade
Like The Forces Of The Sky And Sea We March To Deeper Drums
Than Mere Democracy, Or Kindness Of The Heart That Turns When Winter Comes

Or Autumn, When Crushing The Leaves Of Nobler Cause Or Tenderness
Or The Best That’s Gone, Becomes The Flag We Follow, Less Awareness
Or Regret That’s Now Frowned Upon. And Who Knows Who The Hell Sets Off
The Ripples Through This Shrinking World, This Preaching Song, To Build The Closing Storm

Everything I want is what I’m about to tell you
I want sum1 that would always be true
When I’m crying he’d have to know what to do
Hold me close to him and say everythin’s okay
No matter what happens he’d be here to stay

He’d support me no matter what I’d do
He’d be ma dawg and at the same time be ma boo
And he’d know I’d be down for the ride
And he’d always have to be by my side
He’d have to know how to love me just right
And know exactly when to say, “I luv u. Gudnite.”
And he’d have to be the perfect man for me
To fit this perfect fantasy.

With Sweet Words You Spun A Gossamer Thread
Spellbound, I Was Captured And Held
With Elaborate Lies, You Wove Your Web
And A Willing Victim Was I.

Words Of Desire, Your Elegant Prose You Spun
Of Longing, And Hope That You’d Find
A Perfect Love With Whom You’d Walk Life’s Path
Willing Captive, I Hoped It Was I.

When I Am Dead  My Dearest
Sing No Sad Songs For Me

Plant Thou No Roses At My Head
Nor Shady Cypress Tree