My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.
Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.
My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a lonely scarecrow,
Left to frighten birds in a rice field.
The bridge between our hearts lies broken,
Our love drifted with the tidal wave,
To an abyss filled with just sorrow,
Leaving my heart without tomorrow.
Trembling, heart racing – it feels
So much like darkness, gray and dim
No light – no hope – no way to cope
This is the inkling of sorrow, grief
Beyond words – like the scream of fear
Fading, fading into the blackness
Silence awakening endless mourning
Regrets so humble, reducing moonlight
To a spot on the night where memory
Fades in – fades out, never wordless
Shouting silent blows, erasing hope
Dread, revulsion glimmering in a tear
Awfulness portrayed in sobs, weeping
Everlasting anguish, heartbreaking
Sensations in waves of melancholy, blurring
Every memory, each thought a laborious
Whisper of loss, the past pressing in
Meeting the passing of light, vibrating
Time of death in the signature of grief
Tearing away the peace and reminding me
The finality of this ending – surrendering
To the hope of eternity, forever and always
Living in heaven, where there is only love
Love that remembers to never give up hope!
Did no one ever tell you not to hurt a songwriter?
Now I may not be one but I do hold a similar power,
I may not have a voice to match the tune you've been playing for me,
But sometimes I wish you could open your eyes and see,
That no melody you play, or lyrics you write were made for me,
But rather someone you wish me to be,
Someone who can hold themselves on their own two feet,
Someone who's voice wont quiver when our two eyes meet,
Someone who knows what the next word in their sentence is going to be.
Now I may not be any of these,
But there must be someone out there you can please,
Someone who knows the difference between pink and magenta,
Someone who knows what's next on the agenda,
Someone who looks at the dark clouds and smiles,
And would never turn their back for miles and miles.
The melody's you make are like the sweet tunes of a guitar,
and makes you shine so bright just like a star,
But my tunes are a sacred harp,
Because I'm playing with my lungs and you play with my heart.
We swore it was forever
our souls were bound,
through time in a minute
I could never have loved anyone
the way I loved you
But our soul was just a figment
it destroys me truly
and through time meant only a day
we are now just two lonely souls.
True love, you promised
hearts and bodies facing life
I would have kissed you always
I shared with you a true love
souls and bodies facing life
But our soul was just a ghost
you never believed
you never believed
we are now just two lonely bodies.
True love, you promised
I would have waited for you for always
our hearts were connected,
But our pulse was just a ghost
you never believed
and always meant only a day
we are now just two lonely souls.
Grey gardens
It’s where you lure me
You drag me there
With your magical glare
It’s like a spell
And I follow you
And let you drink all of me
Like I would be
Your favorite tea
Consume me all
And I can’t wake up
By anyone’s call
You call my name
But it’s a claim
It’s like a dark paradise
I tasted it once then twice
And I always come back
Back to black.
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