A book falls from a shelf,
but no one will ever read it.
A song is sung about love,
but it's never heard by its motivator.
A poem is written from the heart,
but it is never recited.
An I love you is trapped on somebody's lips,
but it is never pronounced.
A word like fire that never sparked;
a novel with no beginning.
Two lovers destinies called to be,
but distanced by sad reality.
An unsent message and a missed call,
an unsent letter, three swallowed words.
Does true love really exist?
or is it merely a myth...

I look down,
and stare at the dark pit
of all my lost hopes,
all my impossible dreams.
Depressed, I turn around,
I see a long hallway,
I believe it is my rescue.
At the end there's a door,
and suddenly I hold the key,
I run,
run as fast as I can
but I trip.
I stand up and realize,
I'm even further than when I begun.
But I keep running,
I keep falling and I getting up once more.
I cannot give up,
after all, if I make it,
I can finally find happiness.
At last I arrive:
My hopes, my dreams, my wishes,
all lie beyond that wall.
I rapidly rip the key off my chest
and unlock the handle.
Swinging open the door,
expecting the best and more,
yet there again, I stand staring down the abyss,
what's left to hope for?
Truly nothing is real,
my dreams are just that, dreams.
I let go,
spreading my arms,
flying free to a never ending sleep.
Happiness at last...

I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I open my eyes.
I blink.
I hear a sound.
I listen.
A shadow touches me,
yet I don't feel it.
I cry out for help,
but no sound comes out.
The shadow walks away,
and I beg her not to leave.
But its all complete silence.
I try to reach for her hand,
but I can't move.
I am (e)motionless,
a statue,
all I accomplish is a single tear.
She abandons me, I'm left alone,
to the sound of my heartbeat,
slowly beating.
The night covers me.
I am but a shadow.
a memory.
I miss her.

She is like the wind,
meant to be free
She is a wild animal,
not meant to be tamed.
She is a diamond, hidden in coal;
unique in her own equality.
She though so wise,
is a playful little girl,
caged in the body of a woman.
She is not an object;
objects come with instructions,
she is not easily understood.
Mystery is her favorite game.
She lives to laugh and laughs to live;
but a mask she wears to hide her past.
Mysterious beauty open your eyes,
wake from your slumber and you will see,
you and me darling,
we're meant to be.

When the sun rises from the west,
I will forget you.
When rivers run upstream,
I will let you go.
When spring comes in November,
and autumn falls in june.
When God himself tells me to stop loving you,
only then, and then will I go on.

I love,
But not like others love;
I don't speak the words for the sound.
I love,
But not for a kiss.
I love
strongly and fall even harder.
I love,
But not simply.
I love,
passionately.

Her eyes,
Like warm caramel made in a Swiss candy store.
Her lips,
Like a puffy cloud on a sunny day.
Her smile,
A better masterpiece than the Mona Lisa.
Her face,
Sculpted by God's finest craftsmen.
Her voice,
A harmony of a thousand angels.
Her,
The forbidden fruit I can never touch.