#personal
Sitting in an empty and solitary room.
The sunlight filters through the gloom.
Your innocent laughter keeps me sane,
as I strolled down sweet memory lane.
I wish to look upon thee once more,
and we’ll sail together to the distant shore.
The soft wind carrying your voice to me,
orchestrating such a gentle symphony.
I wish to see your cute smiling face
and to feel the warmth of your embrace.
Let those dark memories fade away,
then we’ll be weaving a perfect play.
I wish to see the sunrise shine in your eyes,
to thaw my heart from this block of ice.
Let it beat again with a soothing rhythm,
lulling you to sleep and dream of heaven.
So in dreams if we must dwell together
then let us stay there until forever
never waking up from the sweet symphony
as our souls go sailing to shores of eternity.
Good night my angel and close your eyes,
and listen to the sirens singing you a lullaby.
Lay your head on a pillow of red roses,
while the moonbeams combs your golden tresses.
Open and bask into your box of dreams
and enjoy yourself in those delightful things.
Embrace your heart like that of a child
and let loose, let your imagination run wild.
A world of fantasy, your mind will keep,
as the moon slowly drifts you off to sleep.
And let the million stars blanket you tonight,
as Mother Earth cradles you with delight.
... and maybe that's what it is, why the attraction to other people lost its taste because you were still pining for that one - the one, who never knew how you loved her so.
i'm glad that each one of us is unique and imperfect. if we were all the same, then the world would be such a dull place
and that terrifies you more than anything - that you care too much, too soon and when you stop, it's so sudden and absolute
it is not a waste of time. you will never ever be a waste of time. for a person who truly cherishes you, you are worth waiting for
your presence has the luminance of a thousand lanterns that brought light to my otherwise dark space
in the end, they were just that - tales... fairy tales... but aren’t we all fairy tales looking for our own happy endings?
sometimes, you’ll hear a more sincere prayer in a hospital chapel than in the grandest cathedrals
it’s not all smooth sailing in life. there are rainy days and stormy seas. find your safe harbor, and drop your anchor.
