DoveAll the things I did todaymake no sense in any way,all the things I tore apartwere yet broken at the start,all the worst dreams, scaring me,have now turned to reality'cause all the things I did so wronghave never made me any strong.Yet a part of me is struggling,still longing for life and loveas I climb to the roofto follow the dove.
Empty LoveFirst time I saw your faceswept me off my feet,you were so sweetit made me gaze.But then there was shame,I felt the guiltfor the thoughts I built,you'd never feel the same.Eight years have pastand seeing you every daymade me realize I'm gay'cause all the feelings still last.It made me love you even more,although every look of youmakes me feel erring and blue,you're the one I live for.
Random thoughtsIs it perfect enough to be wrong?Will all your promises be broken,every word that you have spoken?I knew it all along.Is the strangest way the best?Could I've known the right wordsto stop all that hurts?What will happen to the rest?
Is this real?Is it odd to be burning,so cold inside?Is it foolish to be turningthe wrong to right?Am I right to be learningfrom all my mistakes?Is this real? Am I earningall that it takes?
PrayingI pray for flying,I pray for release,I pray for dying,I pray for ease."Please, no more pain!"I cry up high,but I dry in vain,dreams are never nigh.
Knife"It'd look far better drenched in blood,dripping off its blade,controlled by hate,causing a deadly flood,"I thought in painand put this knife into my vein.
DisabilityUnloved by them allas I stumble till I fall,they all watching still,their eyes empty, with no dreams, no will,keeping them shut from the pain,denying the coldness in vain.From time to time, that's what I do,I keep myself shut from feelings, from you,I wouldn't call it naivety,but it surely is some kind of disability.