When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Saturday, October 11, 2003
::i said i would fill in the reflections when i'm done wif smashing my cinderella glass slippers into smithereens.
the glass slippers are smashed alrite, but broken glass pieces hurts me still. shall need heaps more time to clear up the mess.
wilson: i dun finc i can eva gif up my rhymes =P
siren's song undesired, unsought, but utterly predictable
daylight
follows the sorry silence of the night
seething, searing,
are the sighs of contrite
and throes of felo-de-se denied
severing, sundering
through the delicate tapestry of the night
an emotional roller coaster ride,
marked by ebullience;
sentiments and passion
gushing, profuse
yet bitterly contained in two humble vessels
parched. drained. dry.
e.e. jimmie
undesired, unsought, but utterly predictable
daylight
follows the sorry silence of the night
realization dawned. the truth emerged. glass slippers and cinderella dreams shattered. fluff and fairy floss, life is but a gloss, ain't it not? crushes are like fairy tales.. stories of "happily ever after" that should end there, and remain as that. no one should venture to find out wat happens after that. simply accept, do not question why. because all things beautiful are as fragile as a butterfly's wing. all it takes is one raindrop to tear it.
to noe full well the consequences of one's actions, yet persevere to do it with impious stubbornness, is outright foolish. cathartic it is, a therapeutic purging of one's bottled up intentions, but nonetheless an action to be damned. too many times i do or say things for the sake of noeing wat will happen. life's too short to wait for something, or someone. if i want an answer i want it now, there and then, no strings attached. all i ask for is an answer. an ending. a finality in words.
seething, searing,
are the sighs of contrite
and throes of felo-de-se denied
do i regret in being too forthcoming and truthful? do i wish i had more self-control and more discipline with affairs of the heart? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. i'm all too familiar with the story about curiosity and the cat, but given a chance, i would still opt to satisfy my curiosity. forgive me. i need to noe.
severing, sundering
through the delicate tapestry of the night
an emotional roller coaster ride,
marked by ebullience;
sentiments and passion
gushing, profuse
the exhilarating rise and the crashing fall - note: i din get to bounce off the ground unhurt like a boiled egg - a fascinating journey indeed. a pity. good times never seem to last as long as the hurt that comes afterward.
yet bitterly contained in two humble vessels
parched. drained. dry.
i long to cry. to let the tears of frustration out. yet.. i can't, and i noe not why. a fren said "that's because you've cried enough for someone else." is that why? or am i crestfallen beyond tears. sapped. drained. extinguished.
