past tense

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Like dancing partners, we keep changing our minds, you are the epitome of fickle-mindedness and like a waltz, the deception never ends. You play me to the tune of your music and I arch for you relentlessly. I allow you to lead me deeper into the symphony of forgetfulness, I am forgetting what I stand on, forgetting what I came here for.

And, when the lights go out its not the darkness I see. Its the tinge of cherries streams of dreams like a waterfall gush to the grey valleys below flooding all humanity, eroding all that I stand on. When the lights go out its you I see, your presence I dare not intrude your statue I dare not embrace for we are nothing but floodplains in the valley.

Am I the only one that knows how to amaze? Am I the only one with the magic wand? Do you say one thing, turn your head and mean another or do you look at me thru tinted glasses when you tell a lie. I see a replica in the mirror but its not you and I, its all but a substituted illusion. I should have left humanity that day as living is finding the meaning of meaningless only to find an empty pot at the end of the rainbow. Its during times like this I wish for nothing then I won't lose you.

Everytime I think about these, I think too much. Loving you becomes impossible, it becomes a sin. And now I close the door and take my leave.


快乐是我的不是你给的
寂寞要自己负责
我要的我现在才懂得
选择是我的不是你给的
若我们再见我会微笑
谢谢你谢谢你
我尝过爱的好

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