Without sadness you can't know happiness.
Without enemies you can't know friends.
Without sorrow you can't know joy.
Without pain you can't know comfort.
Without tears you can't know laughter.
Without hate you can't know love.
Without you I can't know
happiness
friendship
joy
comfort
laughter
or love.
He still haunts me,
he who no longer
exists
in my reality.
But he still
wonders in my memoires,
late at night.
I try to hide in the dark,
I try to forget.
But he drifts in and out,
startling and upsetting me.
I try to push him out,
I fight him off.
But he remains,
lingering just inside my dreams,
to crush my heart,
leave me sleepless again.
He still haunts me,
he who ceases to exist
in my reality.
He will
always
haunt me.
Does it seem that you
and I are gowing apart
before we even get together.
I love you...
and I"m giving up
my life for you.
But,
what will I have
once I do?
A strange place,
no friends,
no family,
a new job
(or no job),
school?
It's going to be
hard for me -
really hard.
And I was
hoping you were
going to support me,
care for me,
about me,
help me.
And now it seems
I'm going to get there
and be alone.
And I'm scared.
Don't you understand?
I didn't stop love you.
I just got scared...
really scared.
I was afraid of everything.
As childish as that may be,
that's how I felt.
All I wanted from you
was for you
to fight for us.
And you didn't.
Fighting would have showed me
you really do
love me...
want me...
need me...
And it would have
calmed
my fears.
Instead,
you acted like it was
no big deal.
Like
I'm
no big deal.
Love from a stranger.
Because
do I really know you?
Do we really think
the same?
or move
the same?
or even talk
the same?
Does it really matter?
Can't we just feel?
In a world
where people don't
care enough?
Can't we just love?
Without conditions
or rules,
and's, or's & but's...
Can't you just keep me
close to your heart?
And can't I just
close my eyes
and dream of you?
Can't we just pretend
for a little while longer?
How can you stop loving someone?
Do you just pretend
they're not the only thing
you can think about?
Do you say you hate them?
Do you call them names
and yell at them?
How do you stop wondering
what they're oding every second
or every day?
How can you stop love somone
just because it's
not right
to love them?
I look in front of me
at the sunset,
and I cry
at its beauty.
I look behindme
at the full moon
reflecting on the still water,
and I cry
at its tranquility.
I look beside me,
and I cry
because you are not there.
