Let me feel you Let me listen to your words Let me breath you Let me see you Let me lay next to your warmth Just let me be there To witness your birth Your life Your death
Creativity fully blooms in the morning Birds chirp, the sun shines bright The best time to write, The best time for inspiration. The problem with that, However, I’m not the morning type. Instead of rising I lay in bed and arrange words In my head
Here is the endless wet thick cosmos, The center Of my soul. Here on my feet lie The key to my whole world. They say everything about me They know everything I know. They’ve seen everything I’ve seen, They’ve even watched me grow.
I give up You win I love you