Friday, February 4, 2011

on growing up

under the grey sky,
stepping on puddles
i feel like i am dancing alone
am i trying too hard?

under the grey sky,
breathtaking monument of love
i knew i'll be dancing alone
love and sorrow can not be separate

under the grey ceiling,
green monster lurking
underneath our reflections
i wish we can trade poisons

to love,
infinitely, sincerely
hoping you'll taste the best in life
even if it means a life without
me

to love,
infinitely, sincerely
hoping she'll taste the best in life
even if it means a joy without
me

each person has their own story
but why is my heart breaking?

the narrow busy street
the cold and your fleece
the images of my dreams
and on the brown notebook

the song that i sing,
the air that i breathe,
the moves that i dance
- alone

and this, too shall past

God help me to love
infinitely, sincerely

no more crying

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