Silence speaks...



Just listen.

When everything dies,
hope remains...
When hope dies,
what remains?

"Forget about him.
Let him go.
Don't think.
Just let go,"
So they say.

"Well ,why not?" I said
"How hard can it be?"

I kept thinking about forgetting him,
then fell asleep.
There he was again,
smiling in my dream,
as if saying, "Happy forgetting."

What will people say
is all that matters.
What the heart says
does not matter.
The heart speaks in silence
no one can hear.
It is the people
who says it out loud.

I often wonder,
what happens when all the lovers die ?
Do they really turn into stars,
to shine bright in the night sky ,
far away from each other -forever.

Or do they turn into stardust, become one,
comes down to the earth
to be reborn,
to fall in love again ?

I can be what you want me to be.
I can be how you want me to be.
Chained to you and not be free.

                      But-

Will you be able to love me
if I am not me...

                   truly?

Between life and death,
lies an empty space,
a playground for love
where hearts run wild.