picking up the pieces
i am made of glass
and some years ago,
they said this phase would not pass

the last kiss is not something i will forget
no more for me,
no more for you
but i will never forget us

into light,
like a darkness as you fly your kite
but with the string wrapped around you
clasping you way too tight

but she saw me,
she caught me looking at her
for a while she had transfixed me
i wonder what went through her mind

no expectations on me
and none of you
talking, just talking
that is all we want to do

how people change in an instant
but so average sets with the sun
love is an illusion
but it seems, it is how we get things done

Real Beauty i am attracted to real beauty it always feels more real to some, a face may be ordinary … More