that is your reflection,
hanging in the night sky,
in spring,
threatening to disappear.

if you could just forget,
if the thoughts could drown away,
in your tears,
wouldn't it be great?

you could forget the voices,
the laughter, the smiles,
the kindness they once brought,
but never the dejection,
never the hopeless that comes after hope.

you could no longer hear the voices,
you long for,
only the ghosts in your heart.

at the end of our lives,
we would meet here,
in which our pasts are gone,
in which our presents are gone,
in which our futures are gone,
here where what is left,
is the remnant fragments of our existence,
lost to time.

when we bid goodbye,
in this never changing scenery,
it would be forever farewell,
there would no longer be, laughter,
or the sound of remembrance,
for we anew,
are nothing to the world.

someone said,
I shouldn’t continue like this,
that I should make a change,
but why,
does it make a difference?
will the nightingales
sing the song of my soul
if I started chasing
after the sun
once more

It took me so long
To find the way out
Only to be pushed in once more
By my own foolishness

It took you so long
To guide me back out
Only for me to fall back in
Of my own volition

How long must I run
How long will I cry
These tears that barely feel mine

My aching heart that continues to beat
Will you finally stop?
With this knife of mine
I will say goodbye

If I smile will you see it?
If I compliment you will you understand it?
If I look down on you will you notice it?

If my love fades away
Will you ignore it?

Will you please listen to me?
Will you please stop me?
My love

If my love were to die tonight
Will you forgive me?