I Remember Those Days When we sat together and had Lays I Remember Those Days When together at the stars we gazed I Remember Those Days When we had numerous misunderstandings I Remember Those Days When you left me hours, standing I Remember Those Days When I fought for the silliest things ever I Remember Those Days When my crying didn't cos a fervor I Remember Those Days When I explained things, never done to me I Remember Those Days When everything still seemed perfect to me I Remember Those Days When I made her cry I Remember Those Days When she could have made a try I Remember Those Days Where we often dined I Remember Those Days When we were closely inclined I Remember Those Days I displayed my love in numerous ways I Remember Those Days When things always went different ways I Remember Those Days When she were not with me in my loneliness I Remember Those Days When she always left me breathless I Remember Those Days Those lovely days of my life. Now I see a new morning everyday With tears in my eyes...
When I look back On the dreams I left behind; Buried there in all my thoughts It is you I always find. I saw you then as I see you now Through love's impassioned blindness, A heart so fashioned there within Filled with love and kindness. How often has my heart declared With anguish, for my words are few, That the wind shall blow a little longer, To keep me here with you. Sweeter still are the pains of love. The bonds of love grow stronger, Even after the moonlight has gone to sleep, I shall always love you longer. No other can stir my heart so deep, Or thrill me through and through, And in my dreams there will never be No other love but you. When I look back to times gone by There is one sure thing I know It is you my love, who stole my heart Five years ago.
On a silent night. I lay in the dark, not caring, trying not to breathe. It's almost time, time to say goodbye. Never again will I shout in pain. Never again will I scream in vain. I'm done with these feelings I can't control. There is no more time to make amends. No more time to fix everything. My time is finally up. I lay silently. In the dark, alone. Never moving, never speaking. Not making a single sound. I don't want to hurt anyone. The people I love are better without me. This is what I think, for now. I put the blade to my wrist. Cutting deeper, and deeper. The blood flows, and I slowly slip away. Consciousness fades. The pain finally ends. Only to begin again. I look back as I float away. Look at the pain, on their faces. The pain, as they discover my body. The pain that will be there, forever. It tears my heart in two. To watch them, as they cry. Cry over me. More pain, even in death. I thought it was the end. But I guess there is no escape. From this much pain. Never an escape. I hurt those I love. And I realize, that was what was hurting me. But now its to late. I ended it, forever. There is no going back. Their pain is endless. I caused it, my fault, forever. All on that Silent night.
I wonder where Love has lost in the thick woods or the deep graves? or lost in the old books of Lovers? I ponder who comes and saves. Save us from the illusion Illusion of Lust to be Love The presence of Love within Not to search beneath or above. No value for relationships Just a piece of paper to commit Love just starts to fade away Only one word “sorry”, we don’t fit !! How can that be love?? Instead to grow it loses it’s strength Shows it’s dark colors And scares us to death. I doubt this to be Love Love cannot be this weak It’s the other name of God The truth that we all seek.
Another day just went by, Leaving the memories still so fresh. The moon the stars have filled the sky, Like the warmth of life filling my heart. Never could you wonder how, Well or not, the day has been. All you did, to fill it with vows, To be self made to be gentle and clean. Letting away all of its bad, Keeping the good inside your heart. You well faced it all without being sad, With the broad subtle smile always on. Let this night take you in its arm, Release your troubles and all worries. Lay down in your bed so warm, Dream sweet and in no hurry. Another day has to come, Another hope will be born. Another bright smiling sun, Burning away all the thorns. Now just lie down and switch off the light, Look at the entire world wishing you good night
Bright Morning sun
Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening, then night with his notorious perfumes, his many-pointed stars? This is the best-- throwing off the light covers, feet on the cold floor, and buzzing around the house on espresso-- maybe a splash of water on the face, a palmful of vitamins-- but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso, dictionary and atlas open on the rug, the typewriter waiting for the key of the head, a cello on the radio, and, if necessary, the windows-- trees fifty, a hundred years old out there, heavy clouds on the way and the lawn steaming like a horse in the early morning.
I had closed the door upon my heart And wouldn't let anyone in, I had trusted and loved only to be hurt But, that would never happen again. I had locked the door and tossed the key As hard, and as far as I could, Love would never enter there again, My heart was closed for good. Then you came into my life And made me change my mind, Just when I thought that tiny key was impossible to find. That's when you held out your hand And proved to me I was wrong, Inside your palm was the key to my heart... You had it all along.
We are here my love together again Back where we should have always been Back where we were meant to be Together as one just you and me While we were apart it seemed so wrong I longed for you my whole life long I ached to be with you so very much To hear your voice to feel your touch And now at last we've met once more In love again as we were before More in love than we could have ever supposed Together again life's circle closed
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable
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