By Wing
Date: 14 December 2000
Broken Dream
There's my heart, lying on the floor, broken into many little pieces.
My heart draining from this flood of blood.
You can't see because you don't care.
Your eyes, looking directly at someone else.
You confess to me, there's someone you're in love with.
I smile and pretend I was happy for you.
I trembled, I shaked
I nearly fell apart standing before you.
No tears, only because I can cry no more.
This magic in the air I once thought I had, now silence and dead.
I walk toward this dark abyss.
Feeling alone and paralyze.
This pain is the enemy of mine.
Peeling it off by layers, but deeper it goes, the more pain it reveals.
I thought to restrain myself, pretend to act like any day.
Finally, I came walking into my bedroom.
Behind the closing door.
I lay crying.
I wish this broken piece of glass in my hand would just cut it across
Cut across it, and let feeling subside.
I imagine you taking back your confession.
I imagine you catch my eyes looking at you,
and you gentle smile back at me.
I imagine you still allow me the opportunity to keep dream about you.
Now, everything is borken.
I thought you might notice my fading smile at the moment of your confession.
But I guess it doesn't matter to you anymore.
It never really matters to you at all.
I tried to fill my passing time not thinking about you.
Allow my selfish desire just once ---
May I please push your memories away....and allow only me to enter.
May I please be the only one in your mind
Forgive my selfishness.
I look again, my heart still lies there.
So borken, all these little piece, how do I deal with it?
But here crying at my own fault.
Why did I still have this painful feeling when my heart is so broken?
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