Speak
Speak my heart
My beloved friend
Face thy fear and I am here
Where’s our spark?
Where are you in this obliterating fume?
Behind this tears
Behind this soul
My heart screams trying to speak…
Speaking to you
Please glance back
Please head here
Did he steal your heart?
Have he stolen your soul?
Are his precious eyes avenging our lives?
Decisions are there
An option is us
You choose his heart
How about ours?
Speak
Don’t meek
Please
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A stone’s shattered heart
I was again bothered by the oblivion. I was just thinking of the life and death hidden beneath my eyes, my heart. This horizon has a gravity that pulls me in. A delicate significance of my sunshine. Though I am not sure about my thoughts,
I am still wondering what this world would offer to me and my offer to her. Our treatment to one another is now cold. Cold enough to break the eyes we are into. Cold enough to say goodbye. She revealed it, and I know that I do not deserve her grace. All I use is this standard mind and a meaningful pen. My wonders versus her wonderers. Is this all? If only I have the time to say I love her, more than saying goodbye. If only I had the power to say she is all my life.
It’s impossible now that I am waking up in this blissful dream. So long since the inheritance of my Creator had lived through me. It’s long passed since the windmill of my life had stopped turning. Time would dictate the proficiency of our tandem. We will either be back from our designated lives or fall on our own menacing oblivion. I love her that all I want to say, but seems like fate had assigned a different destiny for ourselves. Again, I love her, and that the purpose of my pen. I guess we would now be living on a stone’s shattered heart. I hope we are not saying goodbye.
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