I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time and it is true what you said, I live like a hermit in my own head. Sorrows drips into my heart through a pinhole.

I want to live where the soul meets body. In my head,there's a train station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations.

And I knew your heart I couldn't win. I knew no words to share with anyone. The boundaries of language I quietly cursed.

Someday you will die,but I'll be close behind. If there's no one beside you, I'll follow you into the dark.

Fear is the heart of Love.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret cause each broken heart will eventually mend. The memories of you will seem more like bad dreams, just a series of blurs. I feel alone when I fall asleep and everytime tears roll down my cheeks, I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet.

I built you a home in my heart with rotten wood, it decayed from the start. You can't find nothing at all if there was nothing there all along.

I'm a war of head versus heart. It's always this way. My head is weak. My heart always speak, before I know what it will say.

You were tire of me cause i'm not who I used to be, cause now we say out goodnights from our separate sides.

In a place where we only say goodbye, our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds. Love is watching someone die.

Time for the final bow.
I've suffered a swift defeat.
I'll endured countless repeats.
The gift of memory is an aweful curse, but with age it just gets much worse, but I won't mind.


Shingo T said...

The gift of memory serves to remind you of pain, ONLY so that you know never to take happiness for granted.

The more mistakes we make, the wiser and the stronger we will be.

Now, cheer up and let u see a smile.

Roxy. said...