I lit my purest candle close to my
Window, hoping it would catch the eye
Of any vagabond who passed it by
And I waited in my fleeting house

Before he came I felt hi

i_must_have_been_blind

Here I am believin' words again
Here I am tryin' to find your love again
Here I am down on my knees again
Prayin' for a love that we used to know
Both of us know how hard

drugs

And all I see is little dots
Some are smeared and some are spots
Feels like a murder but that's alright
Somebody said there's too much light
Pull down the shade and it's a

i_want_to_live

I've gathered all my lifetime memories of you
My lusty sentiments that made life seem true
I'm rather selfish and I mean to be unkind
And you can't imagine what it does to me in

’til_i_gain_control_again


you_and_your_sister

You say my love for you's not real
But you don't know how real it feels
All I want to do is to spend some time with you
So I can hold you, hold you

Your sister says

nature’s_way


fire_brothers

In the valley where the moons and lovers play
Live two children who were born on Saturday
One was dark, one was fair
Fathered by the hawk, mothered by the mare
Stranger ch

i_come_and_stand_at_every_door

I come and stand at every door
But no one hears my silent dread
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead, for I am dead
I'm only seven although I've died
In Hiros

not_me

It may be as you say.
I'll admit.
But you don't sound convinced.
Between the surface you and the surface me.
You didn't touch me.
It may be as well that,
I did

another_day

The kettle's on, The sun has gone, another day.
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray.
She's at the door, she wants to score.
She really needs to say.
I loved you a l

acid,_bitter_and_sad


come_here_my_love

Come here my love
This feeling has me spellbound
Yet the storyline, in paragraphs, laid down the same
In fathoms of my inner mind
I'm mystified, oh, by this mood
Thi

with_tomorrow

It was more like a dream than reality
I must have thought it was a dream while she was here with me
When she was near I didn't think she would leave
When she was gone it was too

bitter

The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad.
We are wet. we are stripped to the bone.
It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream.
We are wet, always alone
How many