would you let me breathe?
listen to all the ***** you say
needed space but there's no way
even I can't quit with a pray
everyone keeps on talking
but there's no one listening
to put the world on my back
instead of my hand
puts so much weight on the words
puts so much weight on the thoughts
everyone's in a rush
with no moment of hush
can we sit down and talk?
can we take a moment to breathe?
can we not run but walk?
can we take a moment to breathe?
everyone relax and let me breathe for a second, please.
who acquire a very delicate heart
was hurt too many times
that you don’t feel pain anymore.
who became numb of all things
has finally found everything tedious
and live in absolute indifference.
the world only holds the color
of black and white,
even with no shade of grey
or everything in between.
tt has become a part of who you are,
in solitude, utter numbness, apathetic
this is who you truly are, no?
for if one day,
we're destined to meet again
let's pretend, that you and I,
vous et moi,
are complete strangers
who stumble upon one another for the very first time.
for the history of us,
the you and I of the old renaissance,
the you and I,
who even made Paris and Helen envious
has ceased to exist.
that's what you've always wanted, isn't it?
for a mother has lost her child
for a sister has lost her brother
for a friend who has lost his grandfather
for our azure has cried for us
for the soil is losing its place for us
for that's the only thing that we can do now
it is the thing we've been doing now.
bruno major said,
"what if the world is a hopeless place
and we're scared to admit
that we're alone"
we've known the world is a beautiful place
but we're on our own
definitely on our own.
from Bruno Majors On Our Own song.
breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading
all is well
all is good
all is warm.
where did we go wrong?
i'd like to know
is eating you alive
yet you kept on feeding it, knowing how much it kills you
you wanted to disappear too.
yes, i do.
I told the stars about you,
how your fingers trace my skin
how your breath blew my eyelids
how your smile enchants my soul
how your presence erased mine
I still told the stars about you,
how your lies swept me off my feet
how your love tore me apart
how your embrace clench my lungs
how you shatter me
I've stopped talking to the stars
though our wind no longer swayed in the same direction
though our sun doesn't rise at the same time
and though our ocean doesn't bear the same wave
I've always prayed
from the inmost part of my soul
that your path will always be filled with joy and happiness
and that everything around you
will also eradiate warmth
so that the dark lacuna and the brisk part of this world
won't make you feel left alone
so that neither solitude
nor my absenteeism
will cast you away to the brink of inconsistency
until then . . .
maybe it's me
maybe it lies within me
it is really wasn't meant to be
the fragments of our soul
seems to lose their ways in finding each other
they say everything is written in the stars,
but I can't seem to find us among them
then, like what they say
never meant to be
today might be rough
piles of paperworks
it's raining hard outside
missed the bus
and many more
but even in this chaotic day you're facing
don't ever forget
to give thanks,
because out there
in the other side of this town
tons of people suffered
hundred times worse than us.
i think i've lost my faith
i think i've lost my sanity
not because i don't believe in love
always brought me down
i think i've let you go
pretty sure you're out of my vein
but i still can't figure out
inside my chest
theres a burning hole
and breaking free
piece by piece
i know this doesn't make sense
stopped to make sense
the minute you decided
— The End —