Hell Hath No Fury

Believe me when I say I saw apocalypse in her tears,
Ignorant, and arrogant were my sarcasm,
Every time I close my eyes and I hear those screams of fear.
I ran, I fell and fell down the cataclysm.

Irony of her love I felt, joy of my pain made her day,
Till today I fail to solve the mystery of her powers,
Her agony of joy just drifted me away.
Words I had were just washed by showers.

Save me dear and spare my life,
I yell, I cry and I know the end is near,
Your wrath has come, let follow your verdict to die.
She did not kill me then, but I still live in those fears.

The Curls of Enigma

I guess it's still that déjà vu, "I have met you somewhere" I feel,
With my dreams so ambitious, and the fears that I hide,
I will conceal all the mystery those beautiful curls reveal
Life is not a game of hearts and to that I abide.

I wish you could read faces that would have made my heart so light,
Future is certain but not everlasting as they say,
So I keep wishing for a dream of yours, at least for tonight
But wish and dreams just turn to dust as the night awaits the day.

Now that this is what I can do my best,
Wait for a summer and just put time to test.
I'll hope to see and love those twirls
One day I will reaveal the enigma of those curls.