Black Organ

Been dropping the redness into my heart
But this organ of blackness doesn't gets start
Pumping the air of love to get rid at last
The illness of rust is prevailing so fast
Been bubbling the cotton of love in my chest
Been blooming the dry heart ;out of rest
Been brushing the tangled veins of my heart
Been stumbling to face the reckless blast
The blossom of springing red love
Been sticking the wings on my dead dove
Watering the bone dry pitch of my heart
Escaping the curse of my gloomier past.

Perception of me

She was in love with the perception of me

I was dying every day little by little 

She told me what i was thinking 

I silently nodded she guessed it right 

Her love was untakably enough 

She saw what she wanted to see

She clouded herself with her plans

Where everyone puppeted roles out.

I was one of her favorite dolls

I saw myself being glanced as a fancy princess in a ball

I knew what she did,why she did

She was a piece of me grown wild

I read her thoughts out loud

Yet tried hard not to slip a sound out

I was a perception, nothing real at all

She was in love with the perception of me

And i was afraid to let her down