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Yellow candles shedding viscous tears
Shedding off my adolescent fears
Making the shadows of my fingers
Dance against these desolate corners

Little lights tickling my eyes
Reminding me of effervescent years
Making me romanticize
That stars are still within my reach like tears

Stuck in a moment, lost in a daydream
Outside, things are never what they seem
Caught in a web of thoughts on the ceiling
Trapped in a fantasy worth living

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Sex object


Why am I dragging this on? Why are you dragging this on? How many times have we said “it’s over” to each other? Why am I still talking to you? Yes, I stay in love with you but I am fully aware that what you feel for me is probably obsession. How I wish I were wrong. Prove me wrong.

I need love. I want love. I want you to hold my hand and walk with me in the streets of Paris. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want you to see me as I am and not as a sex object. I am more than just a piece of flesh for you to devour when you feel like.

Moving on


Here I am, recognizing the need to move on. Again. For the nth time. And voilà the same questions again :

What am I moving on from? Am I moving on from my love for him or from him? Am I moving on from how I used to be when I was loving him? Or from the feeling that I didn’t get the love and respect that I thought I had deserved?

Will I ever move on from his light? I see flashes of him kissing me right there on the corner of the train. How am I ever gonna take the subway without seeing flashes of him? Reviewing his kisses makes me forget that I have to move on. My mind is such a puddle of mud right now filled with broken glasses. What do I do when he tries to reconnect again just like the way he has done so many times before? Would I finally get tired of jumping in the puddle?

INCANDESCENT


Memories melting on my wall
Illusions begging for attention
Here in my veins they long to crawl
To feed my broken soul’s addiction

Self-righteous truth claiming to be
The antidote to my poison
Taunting my imagination
And walking on the shattered mirrors
That reflect the only light
Here inside my mind tonight

The world sinks its teeth in my skin
Reality scratches on my door
When the ruthless night closes in
The child in me bleeds on the floor

Self-righteous truth claiming to be
The antidote to my poison
Taunting my imagination
And walking on the shattered mirrors
That reflect the only light
Here inside my mind tonight

ALCOHOL


Feelings don’t die; they just sleep
Beneath still waters running deep
Thoughts fermented by time
They turned into words drenched in wine

Memories don’t fade; they just hide
In desolate corners of my mind
Pain fermented by tears
It turned into songs you won’t hear

Loving is not owning
But baby, I want you

Oh, I can’t think straight
But it’s not too late
To say what’s on my mind
And I can’t walk straight
But I just can’t wait
To get lost just to find
My way into your arms

Feelings don’t go; they remain
Like broken glasses in my brain
One wrong move and it’ll hurt
I know this will only get worse

Loving is not owning
But baby, I want you 

Oh, I can’t think straight
But it’s not too late
To say what’s on my mind
And I can’t walk straight
But I just can’t wait
To get lost just to find
My way into your arms