Lonely

Lonely is the Heart that never knows true love.
Lonely is the Body never looked on from above.
Lonely is the Mind that lost it's will to dream.
Lonely is the Soul when no one hears it scream.

Lonely is the Heart that beats within the chest.
Lonely is the Body that soon lay down to rest.
Lonely is the Mind that has no place to go.
Lonely is the Soul that heaven does not know.

She's the One

I didn't want to go back in time, back when I didn't know who she was, back to the time when she didn't know that I exist. Because since my heart gave and gave up, I realized that the moment our eyes met is the very moment I wish will never end. And as We walked hand in hand together, my eyes were with tears, i knew that was the moment I've been waiting for, for years. As I watch from a distance there was something I couldn't hide, the happiness of being with her and having her in my life and as I smile at her, I whisper to myself the 3 words that for so long were locked inside my heart " She' s the one".

Topkaye4/20/09 1:30 pm

Better in Time

Love dies when the mystery is gone; love dies because of thoughtlessness and neglect; love dies if one holds too fast and the other holds too loose; love dies sometimes with a seeming swiftness that leaves the one who loves still.
Wondering, how did it happen? And yet though the “break” comes in suddenly, the death of love is here. For love does not die in the space of a moment, it does so, gradually, with each thoughtlessness act, with each cruel words. It dies slowly.
I suppose that there must be a graveyard for lost loves, but even if I could find it. Maybe interesting the experience would be, I don’t think if I would have the heart to stay there for long.
I might regret putting an end to something that once made me smile or even laughed. I might even cry my eyes out whenever I miss the way it use to be. But remember, Time heals almost everything in our past.
And now I started to see love once again. For the things that I have been afraid of are starting to happen again. I want to forget someone, as if it did not exist, as its face seems to dissolve in my memories, as its voice fades all recognizable sounds. Still, I manage to remember the day when I had felt its presence, the warmth of its embrace. Now all I know is its name which, as I speak in my mind, it gives me anger, despair, and tears. Somehow, one thing I know is for sure, someone did exist and it had stolen a day in my life that I wish it never had.
And the time will come, when I no longer cry when I remember it, instead I will smile and think how better off I am now since then.

Topkaye041409 11:46am