Milky Rain

The dripping noise of the rain feels longing,
the warmth of the bed sheet that feels half missing.

The rain lulls me to sleep tonight,
with an umbrella that is the moonlight.

I long for the milky rain,
the one we dont need an umbrella for.

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Milky Rain

Awake

Have I ever told you why I hate closing my eyes and sleep?
Because I can reach out to you when I’m awake

When the nightmares are chasing me,
it’s easy to wake up because you are my reality

I used to live in the field of dreams,
but the reality is better than what it seems

Because you are there

I’m lying awake,
afraid of what will show up if I close my eyes.

I’m lying awake,
because I want to see you again.
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Si vis amari, ama.

Awake

Prayer

A little girl prays on her knees,
begging to God that one day she will be cherished.
She prayed that as her hair grows to her knees,
her love would also have flourished.

After years, her dreams were shattered,
her heart was hurt,
its pieces were scattered,
her hair was cut short.

She hated God.

For years her hair was kept short,
and she built herself a fort.
She took herself for a fool,
oh how could God be so cruel?

She was told that she was worthless.
She believed that she was undeserving.

A worthless woman, undeserving of love.

So many people God took away from her,
He told her to patiently wait.
Then He sent a man to her,
a man who is set to be her fate.

A man who would cherish her.

As she grows her hair again,
her love will reign,
her love will not go in vain.
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Because he made her believe in love and God again.

Prayer

My Little Mademoiselle

Ma chérie,
my little mademoiselle.
Who flies like a fairy,
who leaps like a gazelle.

Soaring innocence, so pure.
boasting elegance, so mature.
Springing gently on your feet,
going up for the next suite.

Though now, she is a mademoiselle no more.
She is the majesty, the royal honour.

Forgive me, your honour, am I not worthy for your time?

You think that you are sitting on a gold throne,
but you are sitting on your tombstone.
Look at you, thinking that you’re surrounded by sandstones,
when those walls around you are made from bones.

You left your home for a castle,
but you are in a shambles.
In your world, you’re a royal highness,
but the real world knows you’re a royal mess.

You are the queen of your own world.

Oh honey, wake up and see.
You are no queen to me.
Hiding yourself in a castle for few,
no one really knows the real you.

Maybe that would be the best,
because the world will know you are truly messed.
Never an honest word,
do you think you will rule the world?

Let me rip that sweet veneer,
I know who you are, my dear.
Even if you say everyone is your family,
oh we know that’s a blasphemy.

You blame the world for its error,
when it’s clearly reflected in your mirror.

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Once you go there was never, never an honest word.

My Little Mademoiselle

Kiss

The night has come,
Every nerve is craving for your touch.
A kiss as smooth as rum,
I hope I ask not too much.

Kiss me and let it linger,
trace it with the tip of your finger.
And then kiss me more,
after all, these lips are yours.

Every touch, every caress,
turns me into your princess.

Bind me with your spell,
that doesn’t disappear past midnight.
Even if we hear the bell,
everything is going to be alright.
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Because no matter what, you’re my prince.

Kiss