# 11 Love's Restoration

I have wiped the slate clean, my love

And by doing this I have set you free

No longer shall I pain myself watching this dull fire

Or drain myself in every inch of you

No, I too shall run free

And think of our love as a distant memory

The present chaos has consumed too much of my soul

Well you know, well you know

The tickling flames have made their way across my skin

While your voice was ringing in my ears

And although I’ve tried to hide from it

Tried to hide from you – I am sure you will find me here;

At the birth of my damnation

But let it be clear that I want no part of this

This is a fool’s game, and a fool I am not

So many splendid colours I once found in your eyes

But now even the blacks and the whites have gone lost

I shall not wait for love’s restoration

I have waited too long

By heaven, it hurts my heart more loving you in uncertainty

Than dying surely every night

Allow me to take my love and make it undone

And end cruellest torture before it’s begun

I need all words to carry meaning

But if you won’t dare to walk the landscape of your dreams

At that; I will pretend we never met!

# 8 Echoes of an Unborn Day...

Before thee I stood so many a times

But never quite like this

My hands are bare, they carry naught

And with my skill I hope that I might win

No words of clever rebellion will be uttered here tonight

For many came, witnessed by both you and I

But never did they cherish you and never did they shine

I’ve come to reimburse my heart

Although most of the pain I’ve caused myself

I owe it to myself to be finally fair

Even when my body is uneasily kept still, trembling in your presence

And my thoughts will flutter away from crowds into the echo of an unborn day

Courage has risen inside of me and filled my soul with pride

That at least the promise I could make myself would never tire

To open up my eyes to love

And let her take me to the sky

To try to exhaust my 'charcoal' life

To smile when she walks by...

# 9 Chaotic Colours

Chaotic Colours

I am a friend of reason
I am no foe of rhyme
I don’t believe it’s treason
To change water into wine

I am a part of glory
I am no piece of pain
I don’t think it’s dishonest
To stick to the refrain

I hold on to the hope that
For my sake you will try
To make a genuine effort
Without first asking why
I am this kind of person
I have my own control
It’s what’s got me addicted
Yes, perfection is my goal

I am a child of laughter
I am no dread of sense
I don’t believe it’s foolish
To train your self defence

I am a true romantic
I am no grieving face
I don’t think it’s a wonder
That the thief will lose the chase

I hold on the dream that
For my sake you will give
The fullest admiration
To the world in which I live
I have this kind of spirit
I cannot make it rest
I hope your grades stay stable
That you may pass this test

I am a newborn story
That has already grown an end
Because I cannot act out
Feelings I never planned

I am a fan of morning
So, sleep is just a waste
I live with my eyes open
And enjoy every taste

So, I hold on to the hope that
You will be the one to see
The good beside the bad things
And all the possibilities
My wings are now unfolded
Will you let me take you home?
Because I need you to see me
And all the colours that I own…

# 8 Miss Beautiful

Your crimson lips
Soft fingertips
Your mascara eyes
Your sweet goodbyes

Your rosy cheeks
Butterfly weeks
You’re here, you’re there
Flying everywhere

Your auburn hair
And grace so fair
Your spicy tongue
Your craving for fun

Your mysterious ways
And childish plays
Your iron will
Your wish to thrill

Your piercing stare
The manner you dare
Your assured walk
Your whispered talk

Remind me so
Of how I hoped
When I was young
I’d one day become
Just as coloured
And as tall as you
And with a secret
Smile
As you watched me
Watch you
From the hidden corner
Of your eye

Your lashes, long
And calming song
Your warming touch
Your passionate love

Your dreaming days
And shine that stays
Your endless hope
How you provoke

Your crimson lips
Soft fingertips
Your mascara eyes
Your sweet goodbyes

Your piercing stare
The manner you dare
Your assured walk
Your whispered talk

Makes you how I see you now
A queen for whom all others bow
Miss elegance and wonderful
And above all, miss beautiful...