The seventh of the nineth
Seven past nine
Such a coincidence
I've been wanting to write all day

Today was a good day, I remembered
Some things made me cry, some things made me mad
Some came back and some never surfaced
I forgave, but still I can't to forget

Seventy nine less tears than last time
Seventy nine less memories

You won't even recognize the meaning

I will always love you and miss you

But today tought me well

Raindrops marching on the roofs of every building
Washing away and soaking all kinds of situations
Even though it's raining, somewhere something is burning

Raindrops cleansing and drowning
Raindrops mesmerizing
Raindrops falling down

Why is it raining
Why is the thunder in equilibrium with my heart
Why is rain amazingly hurtful
Why does it disturb my solitude

It's not rain
It's water
It's fluid running from her eyes
It's running down her cheeks
It's flushing her soul

Vandag het jy verjaar
Nog ń druppel van die bas tot die blaar
Ek het jou gaan soek in die branders
Ek het vergeet vir ń oomblik ons lewens is nou anders

Net vandag het ek gevoel
Hulle sê die eerstes is altyd ń warboel
Tog was alles weer okay
Die oomblik toe ek van die branders af ry

Mag die lewensjaar vir jou voorspoed bring
Mag jou menswese in oorvloed sing
Van hier tot daar
Ek hoop jy het lekker verjaar

Months have gone by
Thinking but without a cry
Wondering but no desire
No longer the spark of my fire

Seeing and looking at days
Finding wrong reasons in ways
Mind over matter
You are no longer the latter

Perception with achievement
I frown at all resentment
Passed the past with memories
Thought it would take me centuries

We never had our ever after
Yet you remain
My beautiful disaster

What is pain? Is pain an emotion or experience?
Is pain the feeling that makes you wanna pull back reality? Or is pain the feeling that brings you back to it?
What is reality? Is it what you went through or what you're supposed to learn from it?

How can someone explain pain? Many would stay put and deal with what has been dealt to them. Others would move on, whether with something new, or old. Some would move on with  "I left you for her, then I left her for you, and then I left you again for her".. How would one make sense of that?

Pain for many would be the emotional feeling of deep loss.. Maybe something else could've caused it, but pain stays the same. Pain that wrecked your world, pain that made you cry, pain that made you break to the utmost breaking point!

But what is pain today?

Pain is just another memory..

Gazing dazing fazing
Such an amazing thing
We went, we saw, we concur
Did you get a t-shirt or just a ticket
The hall was full but we were fuller

Lets talk about your eyes that were facinated by that scene
All the secrets that came out to play
You tried to hide but my lips made fair game
Your touch was soothing yet exciting
Your breath was revealing and pursuing

You have painted dreams in my nightmares
Does your pallet ever end

Bring more of your rainbows to my storm
This heart could just mend

Jy

I've moved on, I've forgotten about some things
Yet my subconscious reminds me at random instances
I need closure but there's no communication
How do I get rid of this abomination

Like a burned building with ashes flying all around
My dreams are haunted by your presence
How does one erase the stains left behind
Why do you keep my mind occupied at the most unwelcoming moments

I have nothing to say to you
Yet I have a million questions
Why is the **** universe so persistent

Maybe one day I'll know

Hoeveel keer gaan jy my hart nog breek?
Jy het belowe jy sal dit nooit doen nie
Ek weet ek het nie jou liefde hanteer soos ek moes nie
Ek was nie gereed nie en jy weet dit nou meer as ooit

Maar dat ek jou lief gehad het, en steeds het, is sonder twyfel
Ek weet ek het dit nie gewys in die maniere wat ek moes nie
Ek weet ek moes jou buckets vol maak
Ek het getry

Maar vandag is n ander storie
Vandag kan ek sê dat ek geleer het
Ek kan sê dat ek verstaan wat mens moet gee
Ek begryp die betekenis van liefde
Ek verstaan wat ń soulmate beteken

En tog weereens smyt jy my weg soos ń ou lap
Ek ken nie die mens wat jy nou is nie, jy is harteloos, verdwaal, onbekend

En so ken jy my nie meer nie

"You don't know the new me, I put my pieces back differently"