Sunday, November 22, 2009 aLLy ChAi ♥ 2:00 PM
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. A lake still was the scene, as I sat by the edge with my instrument. The stars shone brightly above the pale, dark water. A boat with its lights off was idling in the middle of the lake, and across the way, a bonfire was burning. I played sad songs and love songs. Can someone save this lonely soul? I hope you heard me, whomever was enjoying marshmallows roasting above a campfire, or the loving couple sitting out in their boat, enjoying the warm night. I hope you could sense the love, the happiness, and the anguish that emanated from my songs. You there, in the boat, you swung by me, not 50 feet away. I played you a love song. I hope you, staring into the eyes of your lover, illuminated though you are in the darkness, leaned over to give her a passionate kiss, in the middle of the lake, with some strange, lost lady playing you a love song. I hope it gave you strength. For a second, I pretended to be you. Not even an hour has passed in this new day. It marks one month since he left. So I played a song, one we all know. I closed my eyes and sang out to him. How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. I sang. Running over the same old ground, What have you found? The same old fears. And for just a moment, I imagined you walking around the corner, singing sweetly to me. Wish you were here.
It's been a while, baby.I did well and I haven't been thinking about you for quite some time now. Even when I feel my loneliest during the darkest of nights, I managed to banish the thoughts of you - not with hatred but with a touch of fondness, telling myself that you simply belong to the past and that I should just get some sleep.But I miss you now, so badly because these feelings raging inside of me are not going away. These anger and rebellions fighting to unleash themselves can only be tamed by you. You, with your patient ears, strong arms and absolute acceptance... The knowledge that you love me no matter what is the magic I need to turn the world around back to its axis. Back to normal. Damn, I forgot about this one. I have been so successful in telling myself you are no longer everything to me, I don't remember that even if I am, was your princess you are, were the one who hold the key to me. And damn it that I can't even use proper grammar to write this.
I shouldn't miss him, but I can't help it, I wonder if he thinks about me. I feel so low, I'm home alone and torturing myself with love songs.aLLy ChAi ♥
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. A lake still was the scene, as I sat by the edge with my instrument. The stars shone brightly above the pale, dark water. A boat with its lights off was idling in the middle of the lake, and across the way, a bonfire was burning. I played sad songs and love songs. Can someone save this lonely soul? I hope you heard me, whomever was enjoying marshmallows roasting above a campfire, or the loving couple sitting out in their boat, enjoying the warm night. I hope you could sense the love, the happiness, and the anguish that emanated from my songs. You there, in the boat, you swung by me, not 50 feet away. I played you a love song. I hope you, staring into the eyes of your lover, illuminated though you are in the darkness, leaned over to give her a passionate kiss, in the middle of the lake, with some strange, lost lady playing you a love song. I hope it gave you strength. For a second, I pretended to be you. Not even an hour has passed in this new day. It marks one month since he left. So I played a song, one we all know. I closed my eyes and sang out to him. How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. I sang. Running over the same old ground, What have you found? The same old fears. And for just a moment, I imagined you walking around the corner, singing sweetly to me. Wish you were here.