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terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009
quinta-feira, 5 de março de 2009
A Love Letter Never Sent
Here is my Love letter for You.
"You took my Hand,
You showed me the Way,
You brought me Light when I felt lost,
You made me believe in Heaven,
You made me feel Alive,
You showed me a World I did not know existed,
You showed me another side of the Person in me,
You touched my Soul,
You brought me the Peace I so long had been searching for,
You owned my Heart.
But now my Hand is loose,
I cannot find my Way,
All I can see is darkness and no Light,
I can only see Heaven in my dreams,
Only pain makes me feel Alive,
I do not recognise my World,
I do not recognise the Person I see in the mirror,
My Soul is lost,
I am no longer at Peace,
You still own my Heart.
Life was wonderful while you were in my World.
.
"You took my Hand,
You showed me the Way,
You brought me Light when I felt lost,
You made me believe in Heaven,
You made me feel Alive,
You showed me a World I did not know existed,
You showed me another side of the Person in me,
You touched my Soul,
You brought me the Peace I so long had been searching for,
You owned my Heart.
But now my Hand is loose,
I cannot find my Way,
All I can see is darkness and no Light,
I can only see Heaven in my dreams,
Only pain makes me feel Alive,
I do not recognise my World,
I do not recognise the Person I see in the mirror,
My Soul is lost,
I am no longer at Peace,
You still own my Heart.
Life was wonderful while you were in my World.
.
quinta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2009
Tear
Today, I have a tear coming down my face.
A tear I have for a while tried to resist to...
A tear which insists in being present in spite of not being invited.
A tear I have for so long avoided.
A tear I knew would make its debut when least expected.
And today, with the news I knew I would get someday, came down this tear of mine.
It came down my face, strong and confident as it was always there, bursting to fall.
One cannot avoid what has always been there.
I cannot avoid the feeling as hard as I try to erase it, to believe it never existed.
I cannot pretend it was only a dream and never really happened.
It just does not work that way.
We cannot ignore what is there no matter how hard we try.
It will always come up...or down, as tears do.
I have still a long way to where I want to be...but maybe this time I will realise that in order for tears to cease, I too will have to change.
Past events are not what makes us.
Past events are only there to teach us, to lead us where we deserve to be someday and maybe tears are there to wash away all the pain, abandonment, fear, broken dreams.
Maybe my tear is there to clear the fog,
To show me the path while pushing me down the deep end, without fear, without second thoughts - just letting myself go.
My tear might have its right of presence after all.
But enough.
Enough now!
For what will make me alive, will not make me cry!!!
A tear I have for a while tried to resist to...
A tear which insists in being present in spite of not being invited.
A tear I have for so long avoided.
A tear I knew would make its debut when least expected.
And today, with the news I knew I would get someday, came down this tear of mine.
It came down my face, strong and confident as it was always there, bursting to fall.
One cannot avoid what has always been there.
I cannot avoid the feeling as hard as I try to erase it, to believe it never existed.
I cannot pretend it was only a dream and never really happened.
It just does not work that way.
We cannot ignore what is there no matter how hard we try.
It will always come up...or down, as tears do.
I have still a long way to where I want to be...but maybe this time I will realise that in order for tears to cease, I too will have to change.
Past events are not what makes us.
Past events are only there to teach us, to lead us where we deserve to be someday and maybe tears are there to wash away all the pain, abandonment, fear, broken dreams.
Maybe my tear is there to clear the fog,
To show me the path while pushing me down the deep end, without fear, without second thoughts - just letting myself go.
My tear might have its right of presence after all.
But enough.
Enough now!
For what will make me alive, will not make me cry!!!
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