subject: spoken
time: still lunch
music: chop suey! - system of a down
mood: agitated

S T A Y
there you'll be
high on self-inflicted nightmares,
as if i was a stolen fairy tale,
blocking a vision of a million stare
so permit this memory to fail,
this suicidal love. this fortune's fool.
while she beckons for more tomorrow,
to run against all putrid emotions.
a maverick with a secret revolution
hush. do not cry little girl
and as her vows for her were made,
aloud, she fervently said.;
"no amount of sorrow,
can make my sonnets flee!!,
n' here I'll await for my sweet prince,
even breathe through fantasy...

let it breathe over me,
and maquillage over the skies.
fly me over those thousand seas,
erase for me,
past passionate kisses, i have learnt to despise.

only in dreams i see his face
undead, yet dying drowned in love.
"do not be afraid". those words he says.."
kissed and on cupid's wings, they flew above.