Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Born on the Wings of a Butterfly


she slices through the air
dark silky hair
diamonds in her skin
an angel-like complexion

where can you find
such beauty so divine?
all eyes on the girl
from another world

she walks right into the eyes of all her passer by’s
she was born on the wings of a butterfly
born on the wings of a butterfly
But to kiss her was to vanish and the boys could only wish
they could ride on the wings of a butterfly
ride on the wings of a butterfly

when she lights that grin
you know you just can’t win
she’s foxlike on the tongue
seducing everyone

surrender your strings
all you puppet-like things
your life is just a toy
she will play and you will enjoy

she walks right into the eyes of all her passer by’s
she was born on the wings of a butterfly
born on the wings of a butterfly
But to kiss her was to vanish and the boys could only wish
they could ride on the wings of a butterfly
ride on the wings of a butterfly   

one day she’ll fly away cuz she always does
you’ll be left behind
with all the other wooden boys
that she blinded and paralyzed
when she walked so pretty into their eyes
one little flutter
could change the utter
Meaning of your life

Sunday, 6 November 2011

is there anything i want to say?
if i have to ask myself, i suppose not.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

The Writing's On the Wall

I guess that is how you know you care.
You can feel it deep down in your cells.
And when it hurts, it hurts each one of them.
Billions of tiny stings.
Eventually the sensation becomes a bit numbing.
Luckily the little guys adapt and evolve.
Somehow the system carries on.