Division of deception is raw that flow on my mind
I crave for a answer for living
I put desire in the window of fears
I draw figure to translate my passion
but i end up in the same square
I give you trouble and run away
I speak loud and lose the words
I feed your mind with erotic image
End up asking for more melody
I display complex question into your life
but never explain the reason for it
I display love in my photographs
but i never use the right contrast to show how much i care
The division of want and lose is so parallel
That i get lost in your street where fantasy live my everyday
I fly into your thought but never land in the right city
Is it so that your face is stamp in my heart
that no collector could ever dream of .