The Smell of Ink/Lukten av Trykksverte

All you see is a smiling young woman but did you know she is driven by pain in order to accomplish what she wants? The sorrow in her eyes the loss of happy times She wants to dance like nobody is watching All those years when she was told she was worthless has added fuel to the fire and soon she will say “Watch me now, you fools.”

In a world of decay the most beautiful thing of all is discoloured tulips A remnant of a lost but not forgotten spring

They say ”sticks and bones may break bones, but words could never hurt you.” How wrong they were Not all people know words can cause invisible bruises calling us “fragile” when we cry but why should we put up with it? Being so-called “fragile” in a chaotic and cold hearted world is a good thing Who else will stop and smell the roses?

Standing silent in the background Wondering if anyone would notice Knowing that when the time is right The ten steps needed Will be a piece of cake All lights will be on the underdog Finally victorious Saying “I’m a lion, hear me roar”

All you wish for are the pretty things Roses, sunshine Yet have you forgotten Roses have thorns The sun feels better after rain And don’t forget A bit of rain makes The most beautiful rainbows You can’t have all the pretty things Without a little rain

They say they eyes are the window to the soul But don’t you want to look a bit further Beneath the soul When you first start looking? What a person is really made of? Is it complete darkness Or is it a glimmer of hope?

Who knew that my life in general would be equally as dead as the autumnal leafs on the ground That your warm, welcoming hugs were my secret sanctuary in my hidden battle againt the black dog When tomorrow comes and I see you again I wear my poker face that turns into a real face the moment you give me a much needed hug

There is a certain magic over the autumn Decaying leafs in warm vivid colours crunching under your feet while you breathe in the crisp air that gives you rosey cheeks and a tingling sensation when you walk inside towards a warm fireplace and a hot chocolate that gives you a hug from within Don't tell me there's no autumnal magic because there is a special feel to have toasty toes thanks to a knitted pair of socks while reading a good book curled up on the couch under a blanket

Sometimes being undressed is not about being naked in front of your lover Sometimes being undressed is allowing someone to unravel the mysteries around you knock down the walls while destroying your mask so the real you comes trough

I see an irony trying to write a poem about your impact on me and my feelings for you because even a novel would not suffice I owe so much that even if I gave you all the stars hidden behind the moon it would not outshine You

You are the lighthouse close to a safe harbour You show me the way make me feel safe A soothing comfort in the storm

It was during one of my dark moments when I realized just how afraid I was Afraid of losing you You are my light in the tunnel You make me smile and give me hope Most of all; You "see" me The warmth from your hugs and voice calms me a way that nothing else can I love you for that Queen of Light

If I could tell you just a bit of what is going on inside my head you would probably weap If people only knew how darkness looks when you can't close your eyes to it they would be frightened Screaming silent screams hoping that someone may hear

I remember when people used to live in that old, torn house Kids running around under their mother’s watchful eyes sitting on the porch Sweet, innocent memories now decayed Not it’s an empty, broken shell a reminder of what was but is now lost Rats and moths dead on the floor Syringes too If the house had a human voice it would have plenty a story to tell

If I could express just how much you mean to me you would be amazed You gave me hope and joy laughter and knowledge So much more I only gave you a small token of appreciation but if I could I would gived you the world

If tomorrow comes I wonder what will happen if I told you that angels may cry If tomorrow comes I might share the pain I suffer everytime I look you in your eyes See you smile and hear your voice If tomorrow comes I wish I could pronounce "I love you" but I probably never will I'm a coward in that sense If tomorrow comes I will cover my tears because I know the fact I will never get you You belong to someone else Your pretty hair and lovable personality If tomorrow never comes I knew I blew it up Big time Now it's too late Time will pass by and after a while You wouldn't recall my name

People walking in the corridors Many years ago I did that too in my tailcoat with a top hat Kind of I still wander around Observing The changes through the years There are rumours People have seen me So many in dis-belief It's me, Abe Lincoln

Once upon a night in Ussuri land Paw prints in the snow bigger than my own Keep your dears close to you When Amba disappears from the forest she proudly guards Chaos will be unleashed She sees you You are blind She hides herself with her dual coloured coat Amba, guardian of the forest

Muddy and filthy water Nobody cares walking by They can't see underneath the brown and murky surface Something grows Later on everyone stops to wonder How beautiful How can it survive? Lotus flowers

Finally I got one of my wishes I become one in the crowd I "blend in" Rushing From one lecture to another I'm a nobody Silent and resigned Just like Christine Daáe sings in "Think of Me" Nobody pays attention on "Who's that girl?" Not even the lecturer That's how I like it