"IT TOOK FAILURE TO FIND HER"

IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO RUN INTO HELL,BREATHING  SO HARD AND FALLING  DOWN INTO PAIN;BLAMING MYSELF  THAT IT WAS THE FACT I NEVER WANTED TO LET IT COMPLETELY BE SEEN...

ROAD AFTER  ROAD LIKE BEEING ROLLED INTO A THOUSEND FIELDS, I GOT MY HOPES AWAY AFTER MANY FALLS... 

DISTRACTED, AND STUCK ON THE WIND, I PASSED MY CHANCES AWAY, AND JUST THREW MY HEART TO EVERYONE WHO CROSSED ME BY.

I ALWAYS TREASURED MY MEMORIES OF PLAYING THE BEST ROLE WITH THE OTHERS;IGNORING YOU EVEN IN THE MIDLE OF MY STORY TO HOLD ME.

FUCKED UP AND PLAYED WITH FIRE, ALTHOUGH,USELESS... IT WOULD BE TOO MUCH TOO LOOK BACK AND KEEP IT GOING ON THE SAME. 

I STOLE MANY HEARTS TO BEAT THEM ALL,I THREW INTO THE TRASH A QUARTER OF MY LIFE,BUT THERE IS NO REASON TO FEEL ANY OTHER SHIT THIS TIME.

IT TOOK FAILURE TO FIND HER, YEARS I ENJOYED AND OTHERS I CRIED THE WHOLE.BUT IT ALL RATHERS MY WORLD,WHEN I SAY I STILL HAVE HER ON MY OWN. 

"EXPLORE ME DEEPLY"

Salk my desires,
bring me back to heaven,
if you see me waiting for you
with my caring arms...

Explore the limites
but do not take care of them all at once,
because it is better to break the rules,
and feel you sick becomming of me...

I would not ever let you down,
if you teach me how I should love you,
without letting me behing...

Hold me rather than just taste me,
I want to be the sensor that make your thoughts work,
as I would love you to treat me,
and dominate your words, so that we build our way forever together...

"LOST"

Could you tell me how to draw the lines right to your way,
like a painted tresured labirynth picture,
that will always hang on my room's wall
reminding me of you?

Is it possible to get highed,
withouth leaving you in mind to joing me to my
extreme strange and disformed friends, product of my
extasis with no pause feeling you by my side?


Would the leaves in the air,
bring me peace when they
rush my face whilst falling,
and a feeling of enjoyment
even though now when I am lost and you
passed away?

Is your theraphy of love for me away at all?
I wish it could exist a return to the buble,
wich kept us turned on and in loved for many years.
But all in my live how is transtorned
because you are dead and i am lost.