I want her sweet as honey,
And light as a bird in the sky,
I want he discrete for my family,
So that they won’t blame me.

I want her wearing a black coat,
Or wearing ornaments and a scythe,
I want natural but flawless,
May she not misses me and makes me fall.

I’d like to cross at a street corner,
At the point where I did not wait for her,
Surprised to find my idol unknown,
Finally comes steal my soul that she softened.

Meanwhile I would be faithful to her,
Walking towards it slowly,
Or I would hang on a string,
Waiting for the hour of my death …

I want a gentle death such as honey,
And light as a bird in the sky,
Discreet for my family,
Please don’t blame me …


"what i never
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
leaves you starving."

"I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new"