A lonely heart,
in a lonely world,
is always in search of
an oasis of love.

Gone too soon,
too far away,
far beyond reach,
without saying goodbye.
Only memories are left now.

I feel alone
in my own shell:
playing pretend,
with my smile laid out on a shelf.
I’ll study grinns until they fit my heart.
And they cover it with blinding light.
Because the darkness
became a treasure I shall only see.
I let no one grasp it,
no one touches my true self.
No wonder I feel alone
when I don’t let anyone see myself.

I hate it when people look behind bright smiles;
when they look at the underpainting of my heart
and find that there’s nothing behind my laughter
but empty white that lacks dream or purpose
and was only born to remain hidden.

We don't know each other,
We have not seen each other.
Yet, we are bound together
by an invisible thread of emotions
in this world of words .

Together we stand ,
   with each other ,
    for each other.

I remember smiling brightly
and laughing
when talking about you–
as if you were still alive.
I don’t know who I was lying to,
if to them,
to your memory
or to myself.

Rain , rain falling
Cool drops on my face
Enjoying my space
Rain, rain falling
I hear you calling
Misty warm air
Everything
Crystal clear
Rain, rain falling
When will I see you
I hear you calling
No more falling
Only laughter
Forget the pain
No more rain