Every guy has a dream girl.

He'll talk about her all day.

Tell you how beautiful she is.

Tell you how she sends a shiver down his spine.

But if that guy tells you one day, that he likes you.

Even though he keeps talking about that dream girl.

Deep down inside, you're all he wants.

He chose you.

The Fray - look after you

I looked to the stars and asked for an answer.

I sent out questions on the wings of pigeons and doves.

But the never came back replied, only empty handed.

I stared at the stars more and more.

And every night my heart became heavier.

The eye bags beneath my eyes revealed it all.

My heart hangs on a mere thread.

My mind longs for freedom and peace from this whole situation.

I need something to live for.

And I looked to the heavens no more.

I looked ahead and before me.
I now ask you:

Will you let me be there for you?

Because I'd like make you my reason.

Not just because I like you that much, perhaps I even love you.

But more importantly, because you make me want to be a better person.

The road down under

The sky turns grey

And the colours fade to dullness

My eyes seem to have lost

Their lustre for the variants

Of colours that precede them

And i walk, not talking

Down a path i've never known

Yet again, it keeps me thinking

Where it will bring me

But the hope and excitement

All seems to hollow

I look in the mirror

And i see reflections

Of a few, not many

But a few, they are enough

To remind me of past, present and future

The many facades i wear to

Dance in the daylight

An actor of situations

A chameleon of sorts

And i look to the other

The one in the dark corner

Nearly hidden from my eyes, i say

I can't love you anymore

You stole it all

And after everything

I feel like

This time, this place

I feel i'm laying under a tombstone

Buried 6 feet under

Resting in a coffin

A last year

Last year

I fell down a hill

I thought of taking a few pills

But i got ill

Last year

I went up a mountain

I tried to breath in

But i couldn't feel a thing

Last year

Just felt so empty

Without you

freedom

The smells of roses today seems bittersweet. Just a few days ago, I took the time to look at them and so I decided to pluck one off the rosebush and take in the scent. It smelled sweetly pleasant but it wasn't lasting or strong enough - at least not for me.

Life might bring many adversities onto mankind but love has brought many pains to me. I let the pain define me and maybe that is why, I see pain like a dog on a scent's trail. But it also sticks to me like a curse, because somehow there is a black hole inside of me and it pulls and seeps in those painful feelings from others and imprints them in my memory. No man or woman, should be put through such a torment. For having to bear with one's own painful memories is burden enough, but to feel and remember to pains of everyone else is the road down to a painful, godless martyrdom.

There is no release for me. Or maybe there is, but it is only those few moments in my lamenting life that I manage the strength to muster some hope. I fear that soon, my greatest hope will be my own undoing. That pathway lays open for me everyday, but I wish not to inflict more pain upon my loved ones than I already am - or should.

And when i lay down in my secret place

i dream of you like as more than a fleeting glance

but it is all a dream for the later days

and dreams keep me moving on

but they also bring me down

for in secret i am burning

like a gleeful prisoner that finds freedom

for i wish to be free

of my prison of solitude

and in my secret prayer

i pray to not be dreaming

that you come to set me free