My days without you
are diseased lungs...

I caught a glimpse of you yesterday,
on the corner of a one way street...

I felt the need
to dance last night...

So many truths,so many lies
little hello's but too many goodbyes...

Bring to me,
a bouquet of black roses...

It was perhaps january,
when two stars collide...

You are a crabbed additional
season, that exists somewhere...

'It was not cookies,
but secrets...

You'll never know
about picking apples...

Once upon time
a language...

I used to
believe in illusion...

You wrote about me,
There for I'm writing about you...