No knowing who to trust
surprises awaits my fate...

Your soft sapphire eyes
enchant me sweet lullaby...

Fury Spills
the glasses...

Visions of sweet gentle love
Combined with the mourning dove...

Stories flock in dreams
Flourish in the minds...

Let me weep this poem as heaven's gate close
Let me send the scent of blame to your grave...

*My third Free-style* Enjoy...

Bitter intoxication fused
Deep and dark beneath...

No food in the fridge
Time to go shopping...

* Does not refer anyone but a certain person...
Dear former Proud Solider...

Gentle ponds of grace
Nurturing soft goldfishes...

Chorus:
you love to test me/and put me through...