You took my fears away,
And made them true,
You took my love away, and ripped my heart out too,
You took my laughter away, and my happiness too,
And let all my sadness, letting tears get through,
The rest of me that was left, also left with you,
I lost my self , when I lost you.
Now am I regret.. Definitely no,
For at first sight.. You weren't true.
Home is a dim, half remembered thought,
Like a quest of old, by knights long sought.
That humanity, for an ideal, furiously fought.
Home only a dim and faded dream,
Like leaves carried rapidly by a stream.
That bring to mind, memories, so serene.
Home a place to finally rest my weary feet,
And under that old live oak, take a shady seat.
And at last, finally, once more feel complete.
Home is where my heart should be,
I hope it went there, when I set it free.
I pray that it's there, wating for me.
Being sorry can be very hard when we're overwhelmed with pride, but sometimes our pride must take a fall before we lose out, and when we have to say sorry we should mean it from our soul, for a meaningless sorry is like a broken promise to the heart.
And it only hurts more in the end, bringing bitter resentment, and leading to the loss of a love that should be eternal, bringing us back down to earth, to that unbearable ironic dust from the fairytale world of our mind, With a pain that is maddening, physical and sometimes critical.
The heart is weeping tears of blood for the pain that you've caused to others, And it's crying out useless apologies to our mind, pleading for forgiveness for our unfortunate outbursts.
I never meant, in a million years, to be so unkind, I have made mistakes in the past but never as serious as this to be punished in my heart, and I know I will only have myself to blame if you leave, and that scares me more than I've ever been scared in my life, for you're my true motivation, the only real thing in which I believe.
Everything else is just a fantasy to my egotistical ideals, It's always been me, me, me for far too long, and lately I haven't given even a passing thought to your concerns, I let them all fly past me, but now I know I was wrong.
You were reaching out to me in your time of uncertainty and sorrow, While all I cared about was me and what was mine,and as I watch you pack your bags from my fairytale story with tears streaming down my cheeks.. Too late, I feel all the pain shrinking in two words "too late".
And all that's left for me to do is say sorry in a sincere way, With an apology that comes from deep inside my soul for me for you and for the love we lost.
It's all I have left to offer for your is a silent love and eternal loyalty,
Now all I have left of you are the memories of the goodness I have lost, And that loss brings a sadness every time I think of your unknown name, And my heart yearns to be able to turn back the hands of time, To correct the mistakes I've made and start all over again.
So please take time to think about what I've said, as it comes from the heart, Take time and try to forgive me and I'll try to forgive you, and if you can't, then cast me out of your life never to return, and I'll hang my head in shame for the rest of my life.
O, my heart.. It's me.. You are my own heart, don't be afraid, answer me.. Are you still love her..!
Does her love still beating inside you, then you aren't my heart but you're her heart,
How can you accept humbly her stab treachery in reverence,
How can you condone her arrogance, her thanklessness in a robe of weakness tears, you aren't my heart you are a dagger beneath my ribs.
Do you even knew about what happened..!
Do you even knew about the blood flowed from my eyes..!
She brought me from the edge and threw me into dust, She took my vigilance and never gave me tranquility, My steps fluttered, my wishes lost, She crushed my resolve even the tears melted my eyelid, my lips forgot how to smile, then finally I didn't know if I live in the awakening of my death or in the nap of my life.
The despair went away after all the wishes dried out, My life has become as you see it is neither darkness nor light, all what was before just vanished even I lost the man I used to be, And now I'm in the clouds wrestling her fire and the abandonment. and painfully I wonder why you still attracts me to love has no conscience, and to where it'll take us I don't know for I can't know our destiny.
She smashed me.. Destroyed me.. Because I love her, and now her love still beating inside you, then you aren't my heart no more you're her heart.. Her heart.
War seems like thrilled woman in the beginning which seeking beauty and fascination for all the ignorant, until it rages and its destruction has increased, She returned like an old woman who has no lover nor seeker... Just a drinkers with shaving head and repudiated... Disgusting to sniffing or kissing.
Don't ever think that love is like a war for only then I will be sure that you neither know Anything about love nor about war.
If only you could hear my sorrow, I dare your happiness to me will borrow, How you wanted to keep me for nothing to waiting, My soul drowned from lying, to myself with thought of dying, without you now to see... what a pityful sight of trying.
If loving you is sorrow, then why can't I leave you free to your morrow, If moments of life in you like flying, Then I don't ever want to wake up frightened and crying.
To see my little angels grow, Wish them smile and tears may glow, with heart so down and torn, of a love that poured like rain, No change can ever reign
and if die, would you still be there..!
like the cry of the rain, would you still hear..!
O please don't tell me silence was stronger and clear,
For, the misery still remains turns innocence into cruelty can't bear.
Ethics is the feeling of human that he is accountable to his conscience for what he should do, So, we don't call a human as a decent until he give his charity in secret and public seeking nothing in return,
And we can't call someone merciful human, until he learns to weep with his heart before his eyes weep, Nor a equitable or rightful human become he bravely learns to judge himself before he judges others, Nor sincere human before he becomes truthful and so that his actions believe in the his sincerity of his words,
It does not benefit nor intercede for man to be what prevents him from the evil deeds just his fear of the torment of judgment day or his fears of the law, But it is useful for a man to let his conscience be the leader who guides him and his enlightenment, which is enlightened in the darkness and the hardships of his life the road to touch humanity.
Morals in my own world... is the tear that glitters on the eyes of man whenever his eyes fell on a landscape scenes of misery,
It is the scream that the brave shout out in the face of injustice, in the face of tyranny for supporting the weak,
However ethics in my world is a duty of self-fulfillment regardless of its consequences... If we wants to teach others how to do morality how to fill his shell wit humanity, first we must recall our own conscience.
And they abandon their hands,
Tears of them eyes escaped
Time frozen between the lovers
She didn't ask him what we do
He didn't say anything to her too
Just to words
She.. said goodbye
He.. said goodbye
Then them smile vanished, dried
And they hands became cold, died.
It was a poor farewell for a great love
It was a poor farewell dose not fit the wounds,
It was a poor farewell ... Not worth telling,
Like a thread of silk we cut it from the beginning,
On the ground their still shadow .. Injured in a wounded wind,
As if they were branches of trees .. Dance in the heart of the wind,
The heart open its door for the wind and for the torment.
Give me a little time, I will arrange my life again and bring you back as you were, I did not regret for giving because I never waited for reciprocity, But let me hide in the arms of silence for my pain is unexplainable.
I will never forget the past nor forget the lesson, Man does not die if he loses love, but he lives as a dead person if he loses his dignity trying to catch the impossible, crying to hold on what still remains,
The colors faded in my eyes when I was standing in front of my sand watch pegging its dials to go back, for a man does not become old before remorse fills his rooms of dreams
Roses wilt, Pens dried and even dreams sank in the darkness of our bitter reality,
So please.. give me a little time... I will rearrange my life again and bring you back ....... Stranger... as you were.
If we planning not to suffer from repeated disappointments we should try to picture our dreams inside the scope of our potential, Because dreams often need a practical reality to based on, to move in the direction of achieving it.
When you'll breaks into thousands of pieces, only you will have the ability to restore yourself, When you'll defeat in your life battles, Only your will... will help you, for your ability to stand up again it's a power only owned by you.
See how the boat fighting with all the mighty waves of the sea and it doesn't drown, unless the sea water leaks inside.. Such a failure will not be able to control you unless pessimism will offside to your heart, so if your living was a dark sea of pain and despair, just try to cross it with a boat of patience,
But before we wake up I'd like to tell you that, the experiences taught me two priceless wisdom about dreams,
Do not try to reach a human who doesn't trying to reach you and
Do not fight the world for a human who can not fight his pride for you.
We all within us have those special things of farewell, But when the value is related with timing .. the balance of justice shakes between management and delay then remorse is unhelpful when it's too late,
Through this life we're manipulating, hide our true thoughts, misleading and sometimes we even wear masks, but didn't we stopped for a while and asks ourself ... for what we do that, and what was the price..!
For at the end we hope to make a definite profit, win a game, mocking and humiliate someone or just satisfying our pride.. there are a lot of motives but the most deceptive and most powerful deception is the deception we practice on ourselves,
As if we've been forced by our wildness ego to get a role in that endless stories called life, sailing through its chapters one after another hopping the end of our story will be happy, ignoring the facts that happy endings are only... unfinished stories and even death itself is not the end, but the beginning.
The amazing thing in our will that we usually smell the fragrance of the end from the very beginning, but we continue to struggle with facts and cling to illusions, ignoring what the story imposed on us.. alas,
Very small is life... Just an inhalation come in and If there isn't exhalation .... it's over
We go back with our thoughts for that very special time to search beneath our true laughter for happiness, and the sensations take us to where dreams was giving birth,
and we see the seconds go rapidly from before us, and the same feelings still remain, and our books are still filled with the images of our childhood, the clarity and purity of our true love, to find that
our seats still hugging the warmth of our stories.
Although you are having a lot of memories, but you can not choose what you remember and what you must forget, it is
the memories itself which impose themselves at the time it wants,
Definitely some memories were painful and offensive but when we will have a clear picture about the past we will realize that some of our memories are better than anything that could happen to us again, And in the mill of life we do not know the true value of moments of life until they are lost... lost in the depths of memory,
Memories, this sense of conscience which transcends the will, the heart and even feelings.. It's either a flame of self-aggrandizement which we hope that it
will be wasted, or glowing candle which will light our future, or even an
earthquake that will destroy our souls for the rest of our lifetime. and no matter we will accept the facts or not our memories will always remain silent stories left a lasting effect on us, like bells... bells beats in our own world of oblivion.
It
is one of the most difficult problems a person facing... Despair is
defined as a feeling that causes a person to lose hope in achieving what
he wants, and this feeling eventually leads to loss of "appetite of
life" if left untreated. There is no doubt that
man's failure to do something, or in his knowledge drives him to
despair, in this case if despair is necessary for a certain period and
then passed, it is normal, because the life of man it's about his actions, this
actions translated into emotions and feelings, But if the stage of despair persists, this will requires special treatment.
Everybody of us has gone through despair, because in every human being there is
weakness and strength, courage and cowardice, steadfastness and
surrender, purity and filth, the Savior resisting and the betrayal
betraying, the weak collapsing under despair and the hero fighting until his last breath.
Since the purity of our souls have a closed manner as metals.. stretching with hope, shrinking with pain and get rusting with despair.
And because,
We all have this beautiful dream which never came true, and we all crossed through the field of deception pulling the tails of our disappointment, otherwise the pinnacle of pain is that despair will chew us between his jaw before the frustration hits us on the road.
Yet still the most difficult types of despair is the despair in human relations, especially with regard to sincere feelings and love, actually desperation is sometimes an ally of love.
Many are those who have lost the way, taken from isolation and loneliness the sanctuary to them despair yet few those who could move on,
If you know that you are in this ordeal alone, Make sure you are the only one who has the rudder for it's easy to sail with tide, It is easy to surrender to typhoon... But you knew what, only the dead fish goes with the flow,
Now try in your desperation time to remember every single special moment passed through your mind and still remains hope, for only hope can defeat your negativity, it's defeat your fears to move on, search for it, find it and follow the road.
Longing taught me since we've met that in your eyes I can fold my dreams,
Sings the melody of loyalty maybe it takes away the pain and relieves my nights,
And I planted your love in my heart so as more as the years passed I see it blooms,
I dreamt that someday in front of your doors I'll put my bags, and say goodbye to my torment in life,
And I forgave the days of all its sins, forgave the world, And all mankind were freely forgiven.
Longing taught me what is living, and now I knew how longing feed the stars with light
However missing you still burning my core, complaining in silence your staleness site,
Alas.. When there comes a time to meet after our loyalty as if we are strangers, as if we weren't have a promise to keep,
Ya .. who has given all that I have, I am still in our holy covenant faithfull and believe,
So, if the story has end, and there's nothing still remains can mend, just remember that.. He who is enamored you.. Is Me... Me.. M e.
Even when we are smiling, our eyes sometimes crying.. For in this life we aren't living, the truth is we are dying.
struggle with decaying body has a soul willing to flying.
Loyalty has a price, honesty was a myth, and in the wall of silence we've nothing but praying.
Feelings aren't a flower in your hand,
Creativity isn't an idea swings in mind while you still stand,
Life isn't a struggle for survival or battle for winning upon any land,
For everything lose its value without the art of participation playing the melody of dedication in giving in your morality band.
A blind man loves a deaf woman, when he will learn to paint his words she will hear the feeling scream in his bones.
You knew, Sometimes I feel your distance, but most of the time I feel your presence .. The warmth of your bosom .. The sound of your breath close to my ears, even those lost heart beats knocking in your chest fading into my vein. Although my mind refused to accept this illusion to be my refuge in my struggle to stay on path does not know miracles anymore.
And sometimes in the repetition of our desperate attempts to reach what we want .. We become like a gardener watering an artificial tree with water and expected to bear its fruit,
And there will come a time when whoever sees life in its true face without falsification or fabrication will undoubtedly fear death no more for life is often more terrifying than death.
And the mind grave losing people more and more, since they are not here anymore, like a neon light trembling in an empty hall, waiting our destiny for rest to call, When someone goes away, everything that’s been done go badly sway,
Darkness fold his wings, melody abandon it songs, heart shuttered for a thousand peaces, when mind straggle the aggressiveness of losing faces, and like the boats lost beneath the seas, your attention to living drained like leaves of trees,
Finally our memories picture the truth we deny, all the things we cowardly preferred no to identify, when we lost precious days full of fun, when we lost the warm of our Sun, when we haven't wings to fly, and all what still remains is untold... goodbye.
The problem grown when you punished your beloved for something he or she said, nay.. Believe me it's not, you shouldn't worry about this, you need to be worried when we have nothing to say.. And now.. I have nothing, now I have nothing for I don't have you.
