..when I see You my heart skipped..when I miss you I miss you tenderly
I miss your smile your eyes your love
I miss your gentle fingers caressing me between my legs
I miss your tongue licking me
I miss me kissing your nipples
Am I in love with you that much I must be even more than that I am addicted to your fragile scent
that disappears every time when I want to feel it I can feel it anyway
I love you the way I am I love you even more my whole obscure existence shows
My heart is full of you and memory too
and body feels the pain
of missing You again...

...I don´t think I came on time
a little late I would say
you are my lovely snowfall
and now you are melting away...

...I am a snowfall fallen on your window pane
you´re building your fences while I am melting away...

...I am a snowfall I wait I know how to wait
in my pain in my white pain
Im counting my blessings while you are giving them away...

...the snowy life it has come to our town to our love
my love goodnight sleep well
I love you but there is this deep deep well...

...people are not bored that they are physically together, they are bored , cuz they are mentally separated...

...and in the end you´ll find the hands that hold you are the hands that bind
an in the end you´ll see the words seemingly true were never real
and in the end of a dream you know that people love you only when you´re gone...
and in the end you feel that you were living only for this dream, only for a dream...

...if you don´t beleive it, doesn´t mean that it has never existed...

and I only deserve love when I don´t make any problems...

...didn´t keep the the treasure...shame on me ...shame on me...
I´ll be eaten by vultures...

...I´m free that´s why I´m lost...

...and in the end you´ll find
hands that hold
are the hands that bind...

...you are old flower and colours won´t help you!!!...

You are the old flower
injured perfume
never coming for more
never full always a bit bored with circumstances
splintered into pieces of people
into being seemingly real
you are the old flame
of me when I was burning out of the two-faced happiness
now put your pile of blame on me...


you stink of your own past
my dearest friend
when your life was on its way
admiring plants in the garbage
parasiting on the orchid

you are only the flower
and I was so sad for you

and in your holy life
there is no profound encounter
that could be precious to you anymore

and it is so silent here and there
the next plan is to be silent
it is getting silent now
I´ll take a quiet life...

Am I this tired
I just think I don´t understand your colour
left me
dull sky
one cloud
your eyebrow
I couldn´t have
the voices done
if you got to my place tonight
little late
little worried
revealed to me
I´m always ïn a hurry

no side effects
it would all be fine
I would forgive you all your lies
all your damn lies..

I miss you telling me I´m yours
I miss you telling me you want to be with me forever
the plans that you never lived with anyone else you wanna share
I just miss you don´t say there is no other

and because I miss this I am the misfit
I would stay there waiting

more unwanted
more childish
more alone than you are
it is always more alone than you
and I´ll never desert you
and I´d never desert you
Iconic beautiful forever
forever lonely...
always old...

...sex of an the angel...

...you are such a child
running away from all clean dreaming
that got into your way
I just got into way ...

...něco víc než život...
zase
zase o něco víc, co nemáš
máš sakra štěstí
že ses mě vzdal
zase jsi miloval míň
a vzalo ti to tebe
máš sakra štěstí
už jsi to vzdal
pro mně a pro sebe
a trápíš se kvůli tomu jako trápíš mě
jen o trochu víc
arogance v tom co nemůžeš chtít \ mít
co nemůžeš mít a ctít
a znamenal jsi pro mně toho tolik
a až mi budeš chtít odpovědět
nehledej už prázný otázky
máš sakra štěstí, žes to vzdal první
a znamenal jsi tak moc
až jsi to vzdal
pro něco víc než byl život

...the night is full of you...
nothing bad entered the room
happiness didn´t last after desire had come true
the morning made us apart
and you dare to call it a lie
but it seemed not so
not as mournful as before

my desire for you was endless and my thoughts of you were immortal

...not anymore...

...select your worries from what you will never find...

...the treasure I would sacrifice
to be allowed to touch you now...

...some people stronger than us weaker
use the truth as a wet cloth hitting our tired faces...
I thought I was strong until I met you
my dreams my ideals my beleifs
they are melting now like rotten cheese...

.. I accepted my jealousy with destroying my independence
with no shame I did
I am a human
Although it takes some time to understand the kind that I am ...

the streets crowded with people were not made for me
you may leave and I won´t die
but can you guess how many shadows come here each night

I will not ever die
Im eternal flame
but I can´t forget you and your tough embrace
If you leave I will not die
If you leave me , you will die

I´m changing the streets and parks
and I´m so affraid of beautifull lies

I can see clearly now who you really are
bound still somehow
chained
feel the loss so sharp and easy
I found myself too

I can see clearly now
the sun hasn´t gone it´s just dimmed a little
but something died within me
so easy easily...

...one kiss has changed all that you´d learnt... where are you pointing your finger? the very sad it is very black colour your tear is draining already ... who is going to look into your eyes...? who is gonna look at you? the heaven´s so spoilt he got used to it one day you come alive you will see that the stars will lead you there you can tell all angels how you love him and he doesn´t you can see all the stars now... who´s gonna look at your face...but still you can feel your fire... wherever you look at ....blood

...whose orphan I am ???...
...perhaps the blind man is my game...

...collector of forgotten things...

...maybe you love me a little until I become a litter...
and girls that glitter love the dark...and they are also bitter a bit...

I know my tragedy....really am fed up with it...but no way...I have to live with this...

....a stain on a table in my own house...
strong cup of coffee
day feels a bit raw with No You around
wishing, thinking
the whole experience of the relish
have been lost and found
I feel a bit ripe within ,sometimes old
stain on my fancy dress
bit of a fever and a mess
bad fortune telling...
... Your face...
I wish I loved a bit less...

...I would be brilliant but I´m a coward...

...vain words of empty tongue...

...

....now you are noone...the same as the ones before...blaming them for my failure...
crying for I am not the ONE...

...I am a true adorer of life and if I can´t reach the face of it...I will plant my kisses somewhere further down...

...have pocket full of dreams but not easy to follow...

...karma curse...karma shit...

...I´m sooooooo boring.....

...you still have to show me how you don´t need me...

..it is this cold taking me back to insanity...

....I was born unhappy yet...into his misery...we all suffered with him..
the way of his unpleasant ways took the flowers and toys away.... I was unable to talk...for then I was stupid enough to live...
he was ashamed of me...of my foolish dreams...telling me I was just a beast ...didn´t realize I was a poet ...
then he continued..... in his own fame, glittering in my great pain...my fear ...
never apologized for these years of filth and the madness he brought into my heart...
I still fear the night ....bouncing into the walls...white turns red...
the blood was shed ...washed away by tears then ...many fears ..a horror ...instead ....
stupid thoughts...bringing me back....into failure...I didn´t want...It was not my fault....still wait for your phone call....

...I stopped looking for monsters under my bed, when I realized they were actually in my head...
...and the night seemed to drag...
done with tomorrows
prisoners in LOVE
my heart is frightened and so am I
tonight would be a beautiful night to die...

...I´ll carve his name into my wrist,fall deeper into my own tricks....
for only I know who I am, for I dared not to become anyone else
and it never works
can´t escape
out of these feelings
out of the FEAR, I became...
..forgetting my hate with music and releasing my sorrow with poetry...
...I´m alone in my own story...