don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't

don't scream, don't cry, don't curse

don't even acknowledge this curse

don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't

don't think, don't feel, don't wish

don't you dare dream to wish

don't, don't - whatever you do, just don't

don't mope, don't cope, don't hope

don't keep on clinging to hope

don't, don't - no matter what happens

just don't

always, why has it always been like this?

stuck between an ocean and a desert

drowning on the one hand

dehydrated on the other

forever, will it be forever like this?

diving in too deep, then running to the other side

the water is just too much to handle

but then the sand stings and clings

the wind whips and howls

taking maniacal pleasure in torture

run, let's run, quickly run

back into the water

Beat, beat, pause

Listen to the caws

Of crows in the garden

But I won't be shooing them

Key, key, listen

The snakes inside are hissing

Lurking in their corners

But I won't be killing them

Play, play, stop

The sirens of a cop

Stops in front of my house

Time for a game called cat-and-mouse

Writing to forget, but the words only remind me

If I don't get them out, they'll be the death of me

Morning, afternoon, evening setting in

I can't say any of them are any good

Because they're void of you

Your voice, your smile, everything about you

I see so many girls falling for the tough boys

Even more are falling for the romantic boys

One coffee, two coffee, three - I'm done

And if I listen to another love song

I swear, I'm going to be incurably sick

I only think about you when these songs come on

I seriously don't know how I'll ever move on

Deep breath, hold it, release dramatically slow

Okay, let's write a little more and try to focus

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

How much do I have to tell you: "He is a no-go"

This is the last entry you'll make today,

Watch a movie, fall in love with the hero

Or, seriously, just read a book

Just because you dreamed about a boy

Doesn't mean you need to keep on dreaming

The impossible never becomes possible for you

I don't say it cause I hate you, but rather cause I love you

Breaking your head and heart over him

Take it from a girl who knows

Love is a terrible, painful road

Woke up too late for a proper breakfast

Turn brunch into an early lunch

In my dreams you took me to lunch as well

I can smell the fresh air, hear the chattering voices of others

Oh, that shock, I was walking among the crowds

Looking for a store, I can't remember it now

Suddenly you stopped me and I froze

Looking into the face I knew so well, without ever seeing it before

Gosh, let's skip a meal, because I don't have an appetite

Haven't had one since last night, still have the headache as well

Love sick, or sick of love, I honestly feel and think too much

And I know dreaming of you both made and ruined my day

One-handed typing, holding my cat

The novel's going slow, there's little to do about that

I just woke up to such a beautiful morning

Dreamed about my one and only

I'm such a sad girl, waiting for him to notice me

One-sided loving, watching from a distance

Waiting for the impossible, but what if there's a chance

I think it's funny how people have decided my forever dream is forbidden

At least for now

As if somehow they can rid me of all the darkness, as if life would get better

It never does

Ain't it funny how the good and the beautiful and the lovers all die

Whether in spirit or soul

At some point all the ugly sucks them off their powers and their beliefs

Or Death just pops in for a visit

Funny, funny - ain't it oh-so-funny - that people know and yet don't

Just a preview

Of everything that I think and feel and believe and dream and wish and detest

Don't we all, though?

I want to write a never-ending poem of beauty and hope and love

The forbidden poem

It won't be in letters, on paper, screen, or even in the air in flashing lights

Just a dream

A story of everlasting safety and happiness - oh, think about it

What if?

A line after line after line of finally having everything I wanted

What if death is finding your dream?

I think if I have a garden, I'd like to pluck out every weed and ugly flower

Leave only beauty behind

Let every single soul remember me for the beauty, or should we set everything on fire

Not a memory left behind

What does it matter, really, what I leave behind - only where I'm going

No?

I think I have a point, but no one agrees, and trust me

I do see their side as well as mine

I can't, I know you call me selfish - I know I am, but hear me out

I'm begging for a chance

Just let me go, set me free, to find a place where I can dance

Staying in the forever dream

someone once said the in-between is that state of being awake, but still asleep

he talked about sleep, but i'm going deeper

because i think our lives are the true in-between

we're awake, but asleep, and we know this is a state we shouldn't keep

we don't want to wake up, just yet, we want to fall asleep deeper

no one wants to face the day, the horrors, we're stuck in our minds

live in daydreams, false hopes, old goals

dreaming about a future day, but staying in-between

je ne sais pas - my favourite phrase

모르겠어 - is there even a place

that is not in-between

but free of the nightmare called true life

fraught with tragedies and strife

waiting around every corner

ready to push out all those boulders

to smash and crash our fragile bones

to lash and strike with sticks and stones

in-between, is it what seems?

not the safest place, but the place for me

because the truth frightens me, the future appalls me

i hate what i see, i can't change what i see

if it's the in-between for me, there's nothing else my future can be

do you think i'm a princess

could i be a queen?

i scoffed at the child's dreams

now i sympathize with her screams

who wants to be queen?

she carries the weight of a world

from her bed, all tangled and curled

limbs mimicking a moth's wings furled

don't you love butterflies

catch some with me

i watch the reel in agony

see her walk the same road as me

becoming who she doesn't want to be

where is she who raced after butterflies

who agonized over the simplest goodbyes

who could stand by herself in every fight

which do you think is best:

living or dying - quite frankly i don't see the difference

hey, honey, neither do i - it's true

death is black but living ain't skies of blue

and i seriously haven't got a clue

just curl up and go to bed, that's what i do

you could try it, it might work for you too

but i really don't know what else either of us can do

can't live for dreams, can't live for me

is sleeping all you can think of as a solution for me?

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I finally put a name to it

You are my favourite room

I can roam the entire house

It's become a mansion

But in the end, I'll always return to you

I'll curl up in my favourite chair

I'll stare out the window

Violins will serenade, filling the air

And I'll sit there without a care

Watching the sky go from black to blue

You'll remind me not to demolish

Every other room outside this one

Remind me to keep trying

Buy some paint and decorations

Enough fairy lights to circle the world

Please, wrap my blanket around me

After I fall asleep here

You and I both know I will wake up

Tomorrow to my own room

And try to find my way back to you