The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the da
SnowA girl at home among the snowSnow in Free Verse More Like This
Dances and spins
And makes the world twirl
And where her feet touch the ground
Melting the ice
And breaking the chill
A girl with fire in her hands
Melts the world around her
Until the mountains are bare
And the snow turns to streams
Her dance doesn't notice
For in her mind
She is at home
In her place
Among the snow.
SpringtimeSpring.Springtime in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of a wish in a single word.
Autumn releases a burst of nature's fireworks, in bright colors of red and gold.
Winter covers the world in a bright white blanket of snow.
But there is no such beauty as of that of springtime.
The time when everyone feels a little more joy in their hearts.
The time when even the coldest and dreariest of places can be filled up with life.
Scents of roses in the air.
Music dances in and out of breezes.
and birds catching song,
Sharing it with the world!
The thrill of time changing through seasons upon seasons!
Take the time,
To hear the birds singing in the trees.
The hum of the bees.
The silent sound of petals
Drifting in the wind,
Calling out to the world!
The sound of a wish in a single word!
Oh, how it sings!
Oh, how it shines!
Oh, how it makes you want to dance!
Because no one can resist
The song of springtime.
Fight BackI thought I knew what to do,Fight Back in Free Verse More Like This
But I don't.
I never did.
I thought I knew where to go,
I got lost.
And stayed alone.
I knew I was a human,
I fought back the only way I know.
Notebook Pages and Ripe BlueberriesNotebook Pages and Ripe Blueberries in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am from notebook pages, and girl scout cookies,
From ripe blueberries, and strawberry picking.
I am from the rainy days, and ice cold nights.
From the valentine bouquets, and the blue potted violets.
I am from Tennessee reunions and stubborn determination, from southerners, east New Yorkers and family vacations.
I am from the long forest hikes, and the tears I cry,
From a cold harsh world, and dreams of flying.
I am from an abandoned church, from a lost story in a fake belief,
From the rainy west, and harsh southeast, from saturday pizza and cheese enchiladas.
From the sandwich queen, the cross country skis, the humidity of Tennessee.
I am from pretty hats in bright silk dresses, from curly writing and child's drawings.
I am from lost promises and dreams of flying.
From musical dances and off-key singing.
From notebook pages and ripe blueberries.
ClicheYou don't know my pain...Cliche in Free Verse More Like This
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
Open Arms.Where am I?Open Arms. in Free Verse More Like This
Is the question.
Am I flying?
If you catch me,
Will I be saved?
Or will I crush you?
What am I doing?
Where would I rather be?
Where am I now?
On the ground.
So what do I do?
Who am I?
Am I the person in the dream?
Or the dreamer?
You and I,
We'll never know.
Can we accept that?
With open arms?
Can I accept that?
With open arms?
End of the DayI walked alongEnd of the Day in Free Verse More Like This
The beaches and dunes
And listened to the wind,
How it whispered!
And the crash of the waves,
How they roared!
The call of the birds,
How they sang!
The spray of the mist, how it flew!
I like to imagine,
If I could be free?
How would it feel?
To be broken from the ties,
That gravity binds.
How will I soar?
Will I make it?
Or will I perish?
Will I fly?
Or float away?
OblivionInto oblivion,Oblivion in Free Verse More Like This
I unwillingly fall.
I cannot wake up,
I will not let up.
Never before has my subconscious mind
Taken so string a hold,
As to chain me down like this.
But I am trapped willingly.
No wish to wake? Have I gone amiss?
Are preferable to reality.
But love for me,
And always will be,
Just a dream.
Screaming in silenceAre you near me?Screaming in silence in Free Verse More Like This
Can you hear me?
I'm calling out
I try to shout
Not a word
I can't hear a sound
Why is no one around
I'm left behind
They walked away
Am i so bad?
Since no one would stay
I scream again
Still no words
I've lost my voice
Damn it hurts
The full moon
It's behind a cloud
It's so dark
The silence so loud
The truth about: Boys"I love you forever"The truth about: Boys in Free Verse More Like This
Yeah, right you do
Don't tell me these lies
I know it ain't true
Boys cheat and lie
And make you believe
It's happy ever after
And then they leave
Do i mean anything to you
Or am i just your toy
Am i here 'cause you love me
Or just for your joy
I knew you were a player
Yet i hoped it wasn't true
I thought you were different
But you are just a boy, aren't you
Tears of InkCrying out loudTears of Ink in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't feel right.
Neither does shouting
Or putting up a fight.
Tears aren't endless-
My throat ran dry.
People stopped caring.
The world was a lie
I found some paper,
An old, used pen;
Turned my inside out;
Let my emotions rule again.
Paper after paper
Filled with words in ink...
No need to worry.
No need to think.
Let it all go
The scars run deep.
It's bleeding out.
This is what i keep:
A book with letters
Written in tears,
My heart on paper,
My deepest fears.
ShadowI live in a shadowShadow in Free Verse More Like This
On a brighter day
I walk in the darkness
On my own "Twisted" way
But they don't care
They think I'm weird
cause of the clothes i wear
They don't understand me
Then don't want to know
My part of the Story
The one i don't show
They just look away
They think I'm a freak
They hope I'll change
But I'm not that weak
I have my soul
I still have my mind
I know what they're trying
I'm not blind
I wont follow them
Even when I'm alone
I have my own path
I'm not a clone
So i keep walking
And let them stare
Thinking to myself
"I'm just rare"
I will manage
Make it trough the day
Never will I care
About what they want to say
The shadow is my home
My most trusted friend
It never lies
It doesn't pretend
So i let go of it all
Hope i don't fall
I close my eyes
Let the darkness rise
I feel the familiar embrace
Of the cold shadow on my face
Dark and BrightWrite it downDark and Bright in Free Verse More Like This
Your deepest sorrow
The scars you have
The fear for tomorrow
Everybody has them
The memories so sweet
Turned dark and dull
No longer complete
A person missing
Still in your heart
But no where around
Maybe he left
Maybe she died
You wish they lied
Cry it out
Let it go
Write it down
Follow your flow
Feel the weight get lighter
It wont disappear
It'll be easier
But only if you dare
Put your darkest thoughts
On the brightest paper
Made of glassI have a crackMade of glass in Free Verse More Like This
I'm made of glass
I am so fragile
I cannot pass
I'm made of glass
Yet you can't see
Through my barrier
See the real me
I have no mouth
I cannot speak
Is the only thing i seek
EnchantingA moonlit forestEnchanting in Free Verse More Like This
A starry sky
Your sweet touch
My heart can fly
The beautiful night
In your embrace
Your eyes so tempting
Like a magic maze
The night so cold
Your kiss so sweet
Alone in the dark
Away from the street
The forest so silent
It's beautiful tonight
I'm afraid of the dark
But you are my light
Hakuna MatataHakuna Matata in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no cares in this world
sing hakuna matata
and just fly away
I'm Gonna Torment MyselfI'm Gonna Torment Myself in Free Verse More Like This
I hate this
I hate life
Give it to someone else, they won't throw it away"
I want to run
I want to hide
But I'm not a coward, I will fucking stay!
The reason I live
The only reason at all
Is knowing that I, that I deserve this torment!
I'm going insane
I see her everywhere
And after losing her, I realized how much I loved her.
I hate myself
I hate my life
I will torture myself, before I end it.
I'm WorthlessI'm Worthless in Free Verse More Like This
Don't tell me I'm worthless
Don't tell me I'm nothing
You can't change me
Because I used to be something
I used to be
But I lost my ways
Instead of helping
You double my pain
Don't tell me I'm worthless
I already know it
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
Open The GatesOpen the gateOpen The Gates in Free Verse More Like This
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit
Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way
Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit
The Bleeding RoseThe Bleeding Rose in Free Verse More Like This
I know that on this day
That I'm not okay
I thought about you
And the pain just grew
Last year, oh I loved it
And oh how I loved you
The end of last year, and the start of a new
God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough
I hope your happy
I hope you're in love
I hope you hate me
I hope you move on
But I'm stuck here
All alone and cold
Hating myself, so much fun
Loving you, that pain goes on
Last year I held you
In my arms
Nothing could be better
god my heart was warm
But this year
I'm sitting on the stairs
holding a single rose
And that rose is bleeding
That rose, the rose you took
you promised to keep it
and cherish it all of your life
But those days are forgotten
That rose, was my heart
It's bleeding, it feel apart
I can't go on without some love
And when I read what you sent me, I just, fell apart.
The rose has its thorns
and they do sting
But I can't throw it away
I want a new rose, and someone who stays!
On this Valentine's Day
I learned that for me
And I love you
From Sunset to SunriseFrom Sunset to Sunrise in Free Verse More Like This
The rays of the sun tingle my eyes,
They get your message to me,
They kiss Good Morning on my forehead,
And follow me till I meet you,
The sun winks with a silent goodbye,
That I have got your message tonight.
Such irony to the sunrise and sunset,
That we live on the two edges,
Or is it the Sun, that plays the game,
It sees us together, and hides, peeps a little,
And blushes to a very red sky,
That we paint together with our words.
We may be sunrises and sunsets far,
But it does not stop us one bit, one second,
We enjoy each rise and set together,
Each yarn becoming stronger and better,
And the sun, its just playing with us,
And knitting us a red sweater of friendship.
Merryweather XVII(XVII)Merryweather XVII in Free Verse More Like This
27th September 2011
My mate tries to calm me,
From the love that I chase,
"A love is when both love each other,
Singular is not a praise...
Its been long, Long it has been,
Have you heard a message?
Have you really seen?"
Truth of those words was what I crept of,
As every night with your imaginary hug I slept of.
Merryweather I Thank thee,
I thank thee a lot,
Thank you for this amazing (sarcastic) introduction to love,
Thank you for making me realise that I never ever deserved perfect,
Thank you for ending a golden friendship
just because of the stupid feeling that occurred in your heart for me,
Thank you for being silent like a snail,
the torturous silence has not made me grow strong at all
Merryweather I call it our fault,
For taking these drug doses of love,
I am irritated of the time span,
That does nothing but mover farther,
And I stuck in the middle of love and hate,
Like a fish net trap sent as a bait,
As time ticks and I wait,
With my rocking chair that rocks like
EyeShe looks up to look detest,Eye in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Looks down unimpressed,
All the love, all the hate,
Has got her to such a fate,
That her eyes come across streets,
His eyes, run an entrepreneur's race.
She looks for love in his eyes,
the eyes that have paled in despise,
Into the busy, continuous, eternal,
Cycle of life, so un-internal,
for the elite eye of highest quality of man,
that wears out to technology.
Her eyes contain the love,
The romanticism of pigeons and doves,
That she wants to gift to her old friend,
And her 2 eyes, to his 2 blend,
And relive the moments spent in the past.
That rests in ravages of desert dust of her eyes.
His eyes see without any reaction,
As the nature bends in front of him shunned,
As he cuts the trees of monkey bungles,
To set up his own concrete jungles,
His eye emerald in the yore,
Turned now grey and pale.
He comes everyday by,
See's her eye,
He sets up scrapers to the sky,
See's her eye,
He never looks down from those concrete towers,
Never looks down to the dirt of l
Amy's 29thAmy's 29th in Free Verse More Like This
Some nights I just sit up and see,
See the Orion oh Amy, I see the Orion,
And it tells me how it has protected you,
Shielded you, its a promise he gave me.
A promise I asked from him, Amy,
The promise to keep your smile up,
Smile up, up there, in paradise,
So paradise crowns my queen, my Amy.
He silently points to you,
For you are a shiny star in the sky,
That jiggles and twinkles on its beats,
And sings to the stars, that dance with you.
And I, Amy, sipping my coffee,
Observe your beautiful creations,
And listening to your songs,
The paradise has more to hear.
Dear friend, I'm sorryI still look at our photographs every now and then,Dear friend, I'm sorry in Free Verse More Like This
knowing you were my closest friend.
Remember the night of how we met?
The first time seeing you, bringing you a cigarette.
I felt in that moment we connected then,
Ranting on about past friendships, relationships even that came to an end.
So angry we seemed to be back then,
But somehow that made us closer as friends.
Remember the times we would drink together,
How I will always cherish those moments forever.
But one memory in particular still always makes me question,
That one night, if what you asked was more of a need than a suggestion.
Remembering the time, when we fell asleep together,
That memory will haunt me forever and ever.
That night I didn't want to push you away,
If I could go back to that moment, I would've stayed.
But if I gave in that night you had asked,
I would fear that our friendship wouldn't last.
I tried to be careful, not to hurt you then,
But maybe thats why afterwards you told me we were no more than friends.
Here We AreYeah, I guess you wanted it your way, and I guess I wanted it in mine.Here We Are in Free Verse More Like This
I guess we can't meet in the middle, not with the choices we want in our lives.
I guess your doing it your way, I guess I'm doing it in mine.
Maybe we didn't know it, didn't think twice about this being goodbye.
But I guess we're going our separate ways; Yes, I think it's time.
GoodbyeIt hurts me to know that we were so close,Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
It hurts even more to know this is as far as it'll go,
And when you're mad, you leave me here alone,
;Enough with your shame of me, I'll always find my way back home.
Dissociated RealityI wished for the life of me that we were the same....I believed time after time that you had saved me from this world. There was no one else, butDissociated Reality in Free Verse More Like This
there was everyone. I had everything and still was left empty handed. Three words told me I loved a dream instead of reality, three words
taught me that I wasn't saved. "we are different" The desire still burns in us; but we are different; we crave what we cannot accept.
UntitledI heard my phone vibrate, but youUntitled in Free Verse More Like This
Weren't texting me. No one was. A
Smile caught my unwanting eyes
Gracing lips that were not yours.
It scraped across my ribcage like
The back edge of a Knife, then it fell.
Your scent lingers here, though you
Have never set foot in my house. It
Clings to the clothes you left in a bag
That is slumped over in the corner like
A corpse. I haven't gotten to throwing
Them out. I may never get to it, really.
Though it's true that I haven't seen you
In months, more tragic things have happened.
I forget the sound of your voice and haven't
A clue what you look like, but I will likely
Survive... albeit, quite reluctantly.
And yes, I know that losing you is not the
End of the world, but it will end my having
A positive outlook about the damned ugly thing.
The Seasons of ManIs it mere coincidence that spring,The Seasons of Man in Free Verse More Like This
Much like a child, is born tender,
Fragile, and mild, then grows and
Blooms with skin soft as petals and
Blushed cheeks that match their tone?
Might it be chance that summer comes
On as headstrong as a youth? Wildfires
Raging all throughout, not easy to control.
Some of life's sweetest memories can be
Found in this season, and the rising summer
Of man's short life too, is splendid for this reason.
Strange that autumn starts colorful and ends
So bare and ashen. Leaves wrinkle and fall,
And in parallel, mens skin and hair do the same.
Trees become tired, and flowers are faded,
But life and beauty remain coursing inside.
Winter reigns always as the most sombre of seasons.
Both man and earth are frosted white as they prepare
For slumber. This time is opportune to sit reflecting
By the fire on all the things that have now passed.
Stay warm and in good cheer my friend, as this season
Is your last.
And Here I AmLegs collapsed at awkward angles,And Here I Am in Free Verse More Like This
Tear blurred hands asleep on earth
Hope, I thought, would not abandon me.
A happy child once, happy enough.
With all the childhood perks: naive,
Innocent, bright eyed, curious.
As babes we never expect the loss
Of bliss or even give it thought.
As boys and girls we busy ourselves
With living and toying with new-
Gained freedoms, yet ignore those
That are slowly slipping away.
And here, at the end, countless
Polychromatic spheres have
Flashed before our eyes, some
Leaving imprints on them far
Deeper than others; worlds
Without number one as real
As the next. And us passing
Through, grasping here, distorting
There, manipulating, leaving in
Stasis, have we any real effect?
This phantasmagoria distracts,
Much like phantom freedoms did our
Younger selves. Looking past I see
Somewhere in the drifting, erratically
Lit islands of the mind, that the joy
And youth, the innocence and peace
Did not fade slowly, but all at once.
An English Majors HeadFingernails tear at the flesh,An English Majors Head in Free Verse More Like This
The flesh tears black and yellow.
Tired of being your Caliban, why
Can't I be Othello? Falsely
Portrayed and poorly played
My hour upon the stage, so stick
your fingers in my script and
Turn the bleeding page.
Without a doubt I too am mad, bad,
And dangerous to know. Maybe because
The goblin market is a place I like
To go. And yes I know, a good man is
Hard to find, but maybe it's because
"Good" is so truly hard to define.
I have been lost in books a while
And stuck in my imagination, this
Poem is a kind of Shellyesque corpse
Amalgamation of dead literary thoughts
Revived with the monkeys paw. I'm
Mentally paddling through an ocean
Of words I've read and Images I saw.
I have walked through fields with
Wordsworth, and been socially concerned
With Blake, Died young with Keats,
And explored many things with Yeats.
You may at this point wonder why my
Rhyme is inconsistent, or you might
Have stopped reading already because
I seem so distant. Feel free to pick
Don't ThinkGive in to the layers of music. Let the lyrics combine with the sounds seeping from the earphones tightly secured on your ears and don't think.Don't Think in Free Verse More Like This
Let thoughts escape your mind and allow waves of relaxation to break the still waters of your pain. As the music crescendos, forget everything.
It's not a dark blackness you see once you close your eyes, but rather the understanding of the beginnings of peace. Lyrics and words with rhythm chase the coherent sentence constructions out of your mind. Let the music overtake, and don't think.
Don't think my friend. Clear your head, and just focus on the music that is filling up the spaces of your world. Let it echo. Let it mesh and meld with the silence you have created, resulting in a sound no one has ever heard before. Allow the music to take you on a journey.
But most importantly; Don't think.
The Priest and The PenIn almost all group discussions, one of the most common ice-breaker questions is: "Name one of your most embarrassing moments." I always answer with this same story (not in as much detail, but since I'm typing this out, I might as well add in the charismatic details):The Priest and The Pen in Articles & Interviews More Like This
"When I was about 12 or 13, I was sitting in Divinity class one day (I went to an Anglican primary school and Divinity was one of the classes we took where we learnt about the bible). While teaching, the Priest was throwing a pen around the class to various pupils to make sure we were paying attention to the lesson. When that unfortunate moment came where he threw the pen at me, I had no clue that those next few seconds would be one of my defining embarrassing moments. As the pen was thrown in my direction, I froze. I have terrible hand-eye co-ordination and freak out almost every time I'm meant to catch something. As the pen spun in circles towards my open hands, time seemed to move both quickly and very slowly at the sa
Rushing Through Life"This sunset is just amazing! I wish I had my camera to take a photo of that!"Rushing Through Life in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I had my camera
How many times have I said those words ? How many beauties have I experienced with that slight annoyance of not having my camera with to take a picture of it, wanting to view it later when I "had time" to explore the details of it ? How many times have I missed out on the true picture that God has been trying to show me ?
We live in a very fast-paced society, I get that, but don't you think that sometimes we get too caught up in it and miss out on what we're actually seeing? Like, we say; "I'll set myself a reminder to look at this later because I don't have time to do it now," or, "I wish I had this to make that last longer so that when I have time, I'll check it out later." Funny how when that "later" comes, low and behold, we're "too busy" Again.
This thought came to me today while in the car, looking at the sunset and the clouds as I, once again, uttered
The Serenity Prayer"I've grown up always being in control of everything in my life. There's nothing I can't change. If I want something, I get it. Simple. I've been called egotistical many times, but those people are just jealous, I've won so many music prizes, how can they not be? My mother had this annoying habit of reminding me of this thing called a "Serenity Prayer" but she doesn't get it. I can change what happened to me.The Serenity Prayer in Academic Essays More Like This
No... No I can't. I can't do anything by myself any more. ever since that accident... Ever since I was stupid enough to stand up on that ride at the theme park my life has been out of my control. Machines keep me alive, not my own mangles excuse for a body. Pipes transport my blood, not my own broken veins. I can't change this.
Stop that. Thinking like that is not going to get me anywhere. It wasn't my fault I fell into the grinders at the park, so stop mellowing in self-pity. I've always changed what has happened to me and have turned into a situation where I've come out as best.
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Here, I will beHere, I will be in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
If You and IIf You and I in Free Verse More Like This
If you and I,
Were to live another day,
Known as tomorrow,
Would I be able to accept,
Such a sorrow.
If you and I,
Were to live another moment,
Relive that moment,
Because I wouldn't,
Be able to get enough,
If you and I,
Could be together,
Would that be enough time,
For me to show you all the love,
That I may hold for you?
If you and I,
Were to leave each other,
At this moment,
Would you forget me?
Never think about me,
Even if it was just another moment?
If you and I,
Could live another night,
Would you be sleepless,
Right beside me,
In this sleepless night.
If you and I,
Without a trace, Tonight,
Would I be able to fill the void?
The void that would remain,
In my heart,
For all the nights,
Of my life.