Sunday, 20 November 2011

Why do you ask me...?

Why do you ask me

If I am okay,

When the answer is there in the silence

That separates us, that weighs so heavy

Upon my soul gone so lonely...

Why do you ask about my day?

Without you, there's no more essence

And deep inside, you are also like me;

A shivered soul pretending

That everything will be okay in the end

The memories will fly away

The smiles, the kisses will be forgotten,

But the truth is that it is not ending

Maybe time will carry it all like desert sand

But for now, we are both heart broken

And our heart still waits for some mending...'

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