Lonely thoughts
intertwined
in the head,
fear that someone
could hear them
while arguing themselves.
Loneliness
covered with
grey pall,
in shadow of
doubts,
asking the same
question
over and over
again.
Although
the answer is
obvious
and evident as well,
mind is still
in the fog of
memories,
wandering
in the past.
Am I looking for
someone to blame?
Why couldn't that
be me?
It was me
who wanted to go
deeper into that,
but knowing that
something's wrong.
We are scared to
trust our own
intuition,
calming ourselves
with lies
that are too shaky.
The truth is waiting
to be found.
intertwined
in the head,
fear that someone
could hear them
while arguing themselves.
Loneliness
covered with
grey pall,
in shadow of
doubts,
asking the same
question
over and over
again.
Although
the answer is
obvious
and evident as well,
mind is still
in the fog of
memories,
wandering
in the past.
Am I looking for
someone to blame?
Why couldn't that
be me?
It was me
who wanted to go
deeper into that,
but knowing that
something's wrong.
We are scared to
trust our own
intuition,
calming ourselves
with lies
that are too shaky.
The truth is waiting
to be found.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?