Next time. It will be next time. When I’ll be stronger, better settled. Next time, next life. I’ll be my person, I’ll make my own rules. I’ll be fierce, proud and whole. I’ll count my wins and losses and never I’ll drown. My mind will be my fortress. Next time, next life. I’ll make mistakes to wear and show. I’ll be so good to myself. Next time, next life.
Liars hide themselves from you. They don’t want you to see them. You can talk about it ’till you drop. They’ll agree, but keep on lying. If someone isn’t true to themselves to the point that they can’t stand the thought of you knowing them, why bother? I know it’s hard. For me it is, beacause I never lie. Lies are a manipulative way to control your opinion. That’s a big NO for me. That’s offending. It’s sad to learn everyday that lying it’s a common habit. It’s easier to keep our thoughts to ourselves when you can’t trust your loved ones. Keep in mind that for sensitive people it’s a huge deal, whereas for most it’s not, they tend to difference. Big unforgivable lyes from little almost laughable ones… Not for us. You’re hiding and I can easily see that, so you’re controlling what I’m allowed to think of you. I really don’t trust anyone at this point. My love still remains. So, my heart is quite broken and my soul lonely.
Walking in the darkest hour my soul is gone
I try to keep looking for, is nowhere to be seen
A sparkle in others’ eyes I thought it could be
But no one is me, no one feels my heart beat
So I restless walk ’til my last drop of hope.
Sometimes it’s better to shut up; sometimes it’s not a choice, you have to hold, to keep all your thoughts inside.
Maybe because it’s not worth to discuss; maybe because no one is willing to listen or just because the time is not right.
So, I hold on, I know that I’m in mistake in some way all the time,’cause I feel frustrated and angry and the words that are born from that are better never to be told.
It’s so hard to feel this need to be wanted so much, but … nevermind.
I have no dreams to hold tight, to believe in, no hope in Us.
I’ll keep going, as I always do. ‘Cause I know I can’t play games, this si real, as real as my bleading heart is.
I’ll take some boxes, to put my body and soul in. No woman of me is left outside, no dreams of kisses of tender hands, skin to skin, heart to heart, only the woman you can keep, the one your mom is I think.
No passion no best friend, as you said, you were so young! , no friendship between us, and I was speachless.. How could we be in love without it? And now … Years and tears gone by… With my dreams, my sorrow and confidence, that I never had…
Kiss you goodbye while I’m here, to stay, and only God knows who I am.
The one who leaves , leaves a presence ten times bigger than himself.
You have to be strong and look straight the way, never turn back, never.
His eyes will be so big and bright, ten times better than the real ones.
The way he smiled you’ll think was charming, in a way it never was.
So, leave the ghosts in peace and treat yourself right, as you’re here, now, flash and blood.
You’ve got to be your best friend ’cause no one in this life has been so close to you as you are .
painting by T. C. Chiu
Memories are in the box,
thrown in the shadows.
I don’t want them,
I don’t need them.
I’m looking forward
to find me again.
I just need the bridge
a wooden one.
This island of myself
It’s hard to play cheerful
as I am, but not really.
I love emotions,
fire and wind,
the boredom is a fog
covering my leaves.
I try to protect
what I keep inside,
not letting my life
to drawn my feelings.
So, I keep on going,
day by day,
smiling and mumbling
never the core to be shown.