all these words never said
and the happy songs that
turned sad in my head
i should have given up by now
but you know how i am
i have no more a larger piece of your life
than that which you give me and
this is just another worn out story
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
Your laughter lingers, a ghost entwined.
Once a fire, now just a spark,
Your absence haunts in the dark.
With every laugh and every tear,
Memories linger, sweet but clear.
I reach for you, but find the air,
A hollow space, an empty chair.
......
I'm ready to grieve now... so let there be tears
It’s time to move on to face all my fears
It’s time to let go now... so let there be pain
It’s time to start crying when I hear your name
My days have been frozen since you have been gone
My nights I just live in the words of our song
I cling to the past and all that we knew
......
Ceramic shard, reflective and hypnotic.
O! A sudden bite. Another for the collection.
How it burrows and gouges.
Just let it go!
But the beautiful ceramic it once was may yet be preserved.
Through kintsugi or some other fine art.
Yet it hurts tremendously.
So why not let it go?
......
Do you suffer loneliness at night?
Keep a hold
Are you stirred, shattered and shy?
Don't let it go
Is there any doubt when the hurt, the hurt it does you proud?
Draw circles round the targets,
Look how far you've came.
With bare feet, keep running
......
Beneath the arches, time lets go,
A whispering current’s steady flow.
Bruised reflections drift and gleam,
Carrying burdens into the stream.
What once was heavy now feels light,
The bridge stands still through day and night.
For water passes, and so do we,
Letting the past dissolve, set free.
In the quiet corners of my mind,
Your laughter lingers, a ghost entwined.
Once a fire, now just a spark,
Your absence haunts in the dark.
With every laugh and every tear,
Memories linger, sweet but clear.
I reach for you, but find the air,
A hollow space, an empty chair.
......
Ceramic shard, reflective and hypnotic.
O! A sudden bite. Another for the collection.
How it burrows and gouges.
Just let it go!
But the beautiful ceramic it once was may yet be preserved.
Through kintsugi or some other fine art.
Yet it hurts tremendously.
So why not let it go?
......
The sunset lay beautifully in front of me,
I wiped my tears off of my face.
I finally see it for what it is,
After the divide.
I leave it all behind,
Leave my bags on the rock.
Watching as the sunset began to fade away,
......
Gentle is the river that runs
Throughmy heart
Calming my body from heartache
I know you need to leave
With all my questioning , I suppose
You crave getting away
However, I know If you stay, you'll regret it
And we'll fight endlessly
Until someone exhaust the purpose
Making you prisoner wasn't my idea
......