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| It's dark and cold, and I am alone. I can hear the music of distant happiness. But all I can do is listen. Pricking stabs of cold pain, I seek for any kind of comfort. A rush of warmth runs over me as suddenly I hear my name. Someone is calling me, somebody cares. Out of the darkness I see a smile, so sincere, cheerful, loving. Is that smile meant for me? Is that smile the real thing. It fades and all is lost again. All is dark and cold once again. But after that smile faded and went away, the darkness wasn't so dark. I'll be waiting for another one of those, either the same one or another one. Nevertheless, I'll be wating and longing. The dark coldness will be broken someday and fade away forever. Until then, I'll be sitting here in the dark and cold, sitting here alone. |
| I oepned up and showed I cared. I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I revealed what I felt, I revealed who I was, I shared a part of me I never did. Just as I begin to feel this strange rush of emotions, Just when I start to believe someone actually cared; A wall is thrust in front of me Completely suffocating my heart. Shouting, reaching and gasping for air, confusion takes its toll. Quicker now are the drums of my soul, cut off from that which fueld it. Gone now is the blaze, the fire, the torrent. All that was moving and stirring will now be a silent stand still. Frozen in time, no love to push, my soul, which was once moved with sweetness, is now at a sad and painful halt. |
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