what is that i have found?

If I find arms that will hold me at my weakest,
What is it that I have found?

If I find eyes that will see me at my ugliest,
What is it that I have found?

And if I find a heart that will love me
at my worst,
What is it that I have found?

I have found True Love!

Kiss From A Rose

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.


Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
...kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
Ooh...................
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

There is so much a man can tell you,
..there....................woa...
So much he can say.
there's so much inside.
You remain,
you.......
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.. yeah.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?


But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.


Baby,
I've...
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
been.............. kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels, ...yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey,
Bridge

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...I've been.......................I've...
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...I've been.......................I've...
...And if I should fall, at all
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey.


There is so much a man can tell you,
..there....................woa...
So much he can say.
there's so much inside.
You remain
you.......
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah (L)
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.


But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
the light that you shine can be seen.


Baby,
I've...
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
been.............. kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels.
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey.

Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
I've..........been kissed from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
...ooh...........the..
Stranger it feels, yeah
stranger it feels. ...yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom
aah-ee-aah...
A light hits the gloom on the grey

memory

You left me wondering around
No longer do I feel safe and sound
Stumbling on your favorite blue shirt
Cant keep in all of this hurt
I loved you so damn much
That now I cry for your touch
That no longer comes my way
No matter how much I beg and pray
Into my bed I crawl alone
Just to smell your colonge
It was a week ago since you said goodbye
But your smell still lingers by
It fills my body with such distress
Turning me into a total mess
You didnt think of what you would do to me
All you wanted was to be free
So me being stupid I opened the door
I let you through and cried even more
I closed it shut and heard you leave
Footstep heading away from me
You say that we werent meant to be
How do you dare say that to me
I hold my broken heart in my hand
Trying to keep it together the best I can
But no matter how much glue I use
I still cry and feel abused
For in this prison called my room
I keep memories of me and you
They haunt me every second of the day
I just wish this pain would go away
I gathered all your things today
Put them in a box and hid them away
But I kept something to make me smile
I found it and took it from the pile
A picture of you holding me
A memory of what we used to be

and want to die,,,..

i hate myself and want to die.
i question life, and i ask why?
This falsehood always makes me cry;
how can existence be a lie?

i travel through the maze of life,
through the bleeding, and the strife.
Along with me, i bring a knife,
incase i need to end said strife.

Or, perhaps if it need be,
the knife could find a use with me.
i can draw two pretty lines,
two pretty lines, that look like vines,
as i remember the good times.

Now i can feel from up high,
drops of water, from the sky.
As i look up, i see the rain,
the rain to wash away all pain.

From said lines, or rather vines,
comes rushing, gushing, deep red blood,
the blood that ends up in the mud.
Whilst my sorrows wash away,
i realize it, my last day.

As my vision narrows in,
i ask myself, is this a sin?
A puddle, growing by my feet,
soon my heart will cease to beat.

My balance failing, vision ailing,
now i spear the spirits wailing.
Down i fall, beside the wall,
i crawl and slouch against said wall,

Now i feel death creeping in,
a place before I've never been.
i then cry, blindly ask why?
i hate myself and want to die.

you tattooed ma soul

You're tattooed on my arm
so that I won't forget your name.
You're tattooed on my soul
therefore life will never be the same.

How could I ever focus
with your memory in my head?
how could I sleep at night
with your scent upon my bed?
How did I ever trap myself
inside such a dream.
Though this is all reality,
nothing is as it would seem.

You're tattooed on my arm
to show I belong to you,
and tattooed in my mind
with everything you do.

What is it that you do
that gets me this way?
What is it that you do?
What is it that you say?
Why do you do this to me?
Why can't I just shrug you off?
You take away my self control,
and conquer my every thought.

You're Tattooed on my arm,
my mind, soul, and heart,
to show that my love for you
was pure right from the start.

taboo art (tattoo art)

The origin of the word "tattoo" is from the Samoan word tatau, meaning "open wound." .[1] instrument used to pierce the skin in Polynesian tattooing is called a hahau, the syllable "ha" meaning to "strike or pierce".[citation needed]
The OED gives the etymology of tattoo as "In 18th c. tattaow, tattow. From Polynesian (Tahitian, Samoan, Tongan, etc.) tatau. In Marquesan, tatu." Englishmen mispronounced the word tatau and borrowed it into popular usage as tattoo.[2] Sailors on the voyage later introduced both the word and reintroduced the concept of tattooing to Europe.[3]]
In Japanese the most common word used for traditional designs is, "Horimono".
The traditional Japanese hand method is called, "Tebori".
The word, "Irezumi," simply means, "insertion of ink," and could mean tattoos using Tebori, or Western style machine, (or for that matter, any method of tattooing using insertion of ink).
Japanese may use the word "tattoo" to mean non-Japanese styles of tattooing.
Tattoo enthusiasts may refer to tattoos as "Tats", "Ink", "Art", or "Work", and to tattooists as "Artists". The latter usage is gaining greater support, with mainstream art galleries holding exhibitions of both traditional and custom tattoo designs. Copyrighted tattoo designs that are mass-produced to tattoo artists are known as flash, a notable instance of industrial design. Flash sheets are prominently displayed in many tattoo parlors for the purpose of providing both inspiration and ready-made tattoo images to customers