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2003-07-08 @ 2:16 a.m. Why are hearts made so weak and easy to ruin? People and their actions come like hurricanes To pour themselves upon a vulnerable soul Bathing you in sadness until you drown And in the chance that the storms clear While beams of starlight paint the ground You can be sure there's a cloud coasting above Well i don't like to be cynical but i'm sure that's the way it continues Until one day your sugarcube heart has melted from cascades of tears Why does beauty have such a short time to live? It seems as though as soon spring arrives The leaves begin to turn and fall to an unforgiving ground The air grows colder As every flower that had burst and bloomed along your path Withers and sinks back into the earth Why do we dream about the things we will never have again? And the memories will always dance like butterflies So magnificent and just out of reach You can always see their delicate elegance But never ever will be able to touch them, to hold them As they waltz through your mind at night Why is silence so loud? It's like the void in life wants to make its presence known Through deafening hums of appliances, echoing of clocks And the beating of your own heart so heavy with loneliness Each pulse sounds like a small explosion And while mumbled conversations seems to distract my ears To have you sing to me would end the dead noise forever What kind of world only allows short intervals of happiness? What kind of God only sends temporary angels? What kind of love gets taken away so easily? For it is these kinds of questions that forbid me to sleep To rest To dream. .Past. Entries.
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