You know what you’re doingWhen you wear that scentWhen you smile that wayYou even wore the earring you got the other dayYou are tormenting me from the moment I wokeIn sleep you invaded my dreamsAwake you invade other places...

The fresh snow is a blanketsealing in the worldas each moment is unfurledso I may examine its flowLong remembered rainsalong with renewed painsforget all of their regretas they now come forthLike snowfall in the northto claim the new daybut...

I want to be wanted I don’t need to be needed I wish to be wished I don’t require to be required I crave to be craved I never asked to be asked  I love to be loved  I never liked being liked Is it too much...