Special Seed
Your criticism is the pilar of my art.
I know I shouldn’t let you judge me,
but I need your eyes to see.
And you know why.
Your vision of the world is beautiful.
Even more than mine.
And I teach you while you teach me.
You are a lover with ambitions.
I’m a vessel for apprehension.
You are the befores and afters.
I’m the memento of cynicism.
Lies
There’s a girl I really like.
But she doesn’t know me and neither do I.
She doesn’t seem extraordinary.
She doesn’t look ordinary.
She is both and none.
I don’t know what kind of witchery she does.
But she does, yes she does.
I dream about her and I never saw her.
And she adores the things I write to her.
The things that started with a treachery
and I will continue to do for her.
I’m her inspiration, and I’m her faith.
She thinks I know her, but I don’t.
But I really don’t, no I don’t.
I’ll keep disguising myself for her.
I’ll show her the man she wants to see.
I’ll give her dreams and hopes and relief.
But I’ll never show her who I am.
No, I’ll not.
She can never be completed with this lack of faith.
