My idolMy beautiful, solid idol,They tell me is fools gold.But I refuse to believeEverything that Ive been told.So there he stands, big and strong,With an impressive stanceMy statue glistens back at me,As if fighting for a chance.And I speak to him, my deity,I tell him all that I feel,I pray that he will listen to meThat all my hopes are real.I turn to him with worries,That plague my mind so muchI cry within his presence,Longing for a loving touch.The others, I start to tell himTell me I should not praise youAnd I stop, for him to reply,When he doesnt, I add Its untrueThere I falter. Disillusioning myselfcould never put my life on track.No matter how I love my idol,He cannot love me the same way, back.He began the warm blood to pump my heartand yet his caring touch is coldSometimes, I wish Id had bliss in ignoranceThen finding my hero to be but fools gold.
For AlwaysInnocent, I give my final speech,All around, please hear me preachJust one lesson, you all must knowFind whom you love, and don't let go.Hear through tune, my sorrow song,Dipped lightly in the sea of wrongListen as my voice proclaimsThe distant regrets, the lost names.Just one name echoes in my headThe one for which I make my bedHow lust for him once blinded me.To give deeper love, my soul's chastity.As the Duke said- there he stands,A piece so fine, no artist's handsCould recreate that passion. FreedFrom spite, hurt, jealousy and greed.So his fingers cling to my skin, and IIn awe, are unable to say goodbyeA little-not enough, and still...too muchBut there's purity in every touchI tell myself. I am not weak.But his lips slowly brush my cheekAnd I shiver- Allowing truth to show,To him, only him... I cannot say no.Neither would I dream, of saying such,Always thirsting for his touch...I whisper to him, how I do endeavour,To be with him until the end of forever.
ScarlettHow I love to sit and gaze a while,At the fair Scarlett's radiant smileThat comes between her graceful lipsWith every happy thought she sipsAnd I dream...wouldn't it be devineIf princess' lips could touch with mine?Princess Scarlett, beauty of the landHow I wish to take her handAnd give her all I have to giveWhy that would be the life to live!To imagine that it could be realThat she could feel the way I feelAlas, I say, 'tis a fool's paradiseFor fair princess wouldn't dare look twiceAt a poor simple man, who could not offer goldBut a rose in one hand, and his other to holdSuch hopes are foolish, they are not trueBut oh perhaps, if she only knew!Fair princess may even find it devineTo think her lips could touch with mine...
My secretYou are my best friendI love when we laugh togetherSometimes, we laugh so hardI can't even breathe!Sometimes, you're the breath I needOn days when I feel suffocatedBy everthing and everyoneBut never you. My secret oxygenOh, and my secret childish friend,With guilty childish pleasuresThat we share, unbeknowest to othersWe just laugh, enjoy it- togetherEverytime we are...together,I think God that I am worthyTo have you hold me closeAnd kiss me deeply through the nightTo hear and feel the steadyPumping of your heartOr is it mine? For mine is yoursAnd yours is mine. Indefinately.As we lie still, I feel yourHeartbeat slow, and warmth surround meA shield against cold, and everythingThat tries to harm your precious loveThen we'll talk for hoursAbout everything. Anything.I wonder how its possibleThat you're everything I'll ever wantWe fall asleep togetherI dream. Dreams with no limitsEvery desire is fulfilledEvery want is satisfiedYou are my best friendAnd yet
MissedHow would it be if you didn't exist,If we'd never met. If you'd never kissedMe softly, like I was a fragile rose.How would it be, if we never chose,To be together as two- bonded as oneEnjoying this life, having so much funKissing 'til sunrise, dancing 'til dark,How would it be, without that spark?Logic dictates, if you were never here,I wouldn't know you (or miss you) but, I fear,Our two souls connect... Limits do not exist.So whether I knew you or not,You'd still, somehow, be missed.
CrumblingWhats wrong with you? I hear her yell,The room is getting smaller,Walls closing in like a prison cell,As I fail to even stall her.She stares at me, a burning glare,With eyes filled up with pain,As much as I want to avoid her stare,She has me shell shocked again.Listen to me, she demands so loud,As if anything else can be heardTheres just me, lonely as a wandering cloud,No flowers to mask her harsh word.Failure- she repeats, Failure, is what is said.And now I just glance at the sky,Too much, I think, as I turn my headAway from her disgust. And I cry,I still hear her of course, so very clear,But my own mind begins to spinEmotions fall with every tear,And then anger bubbles within.Furious anger, red hot with rageStruggling to steady myself,As precious gifts have weakened with ageAnd advantages go to those with wealth.Forget that. Forget them. Who cares anymore?Ive had my chance, now its done.