It was one December morning When everything seemed not to be warm Curled up in bed crying Hiding from the petrifying storm Your world had been dead For as long as eyes could see And hands could touch Your face was numb Cold Expressionless It was as though you were A shadow Laying on your side Hoping to be heard, yet being silent It was as if your soul had given Your body independence Though you were freed Your eyes were in a distance That’s all they were and will be Though stars seem to be so near My hands would never be able to reach it You are my star There, but never there My mind was not of yours Was it only in dreams, we could ever meet? Reality is a painful thought For it hurts As much as the heart weeps of guilt And skin thirsts for love For it hurts To the depths of being A lonesome cloud Waiting to be ripped by the wind For being apart and never one Was all we were Was all we’ll ever be It will never be revealed The truth Behind your tears of laughter As long as lips can speak And hearts can seek It will forever be hidden Forever be hidden.
Sam Jo Lene 4PA1 Convent Light street
found this in my folder this morning. = does anyone understand the torment im trying to imply here? xD