words

fortes fortuna adiuvat

Qui que tu sois, voici ton maitre;
Il l'est - le fut - ou le doit etre.

Song: New coat of paint

Arriving on the shores of origin
she comes from those yet to be

With an unperfect guide;
a fawlty compass,
she tries to find the path no eyes see

Waves crash onto high walls
tresses tangles up
she disappears with a fickle fella'

"Don't play with those who live by no rules."

Black hole

It tickles in my chest
when you say it's for me
Temperature rises in my cheeks
you turn me into a schoolgirl
by declarations

O, how can you play me so
Your melody makes me smile
like the fool
I am

You stick on my mind
my eyes drift to you
and my insides implode


I've got a black hole were my gut used to be.