My pages were filled with the most beautiful thoughts,
though now everything seems to be lost. The blank papers, where we once scribbled a lot, reflect the emptiness of my heart right after we parted. My eraser's washing off your trace but can't get rid of what were transparently engraved. Like a pencil without lead, me without you, it's pointless
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Sun in winter, Flower in fall, Wind in summer, Lover in spring, Ring my doorbell,
Fell in my heart, Art of my tale, Hell cannot part; That's what you are, Simple as that. Together start, Forever last. Feelings happen only in the moment and feelings persist as a result of how well the memory of that moment lasts. Feelings also fade, strengthen or alter as more moments occur and new memories are replaced. If there are no new moments then that feeling maintains or weakens as memory of the moment fades. For example, if you dislike someone for their hairstyle, that feeling only happens because of the moment you saw that person's appearance and this feeling remains because that moment is kept in your mind (memory). If the next day, you see the person with a different hairstyle which is more favorable, then this moment get merged with the one from yesterday and they compromise a new feeling depending on how strong the new moment is.
As water is to fish As you are to me I'm lost in your ocean Drowning in your sea The path to your heart
I'm struggling to define Which way should I start To break the ambiguous line? Is it really fine to have these feelings? Are they truly right? Should I erase everything? Perhaps I am casted Under your invisible spell How long will it last? 'Cause Im going through hell But I'd rather be wrong If loving you isn't right Bewitchment may prolongs Against you, I cannot fight Everywhere I swim You entail my shape The touch of your warmth I can never escape Without you, I can't breathe My fate you can decide Dead or alive, I'll be In your embrace, by your side The sea may be blue With you not, it's grey "love", I didn't have a clue Of its meaning, til this day |