A dream. A romance. A love. In Words.
I think you prefer when the world "together" means not "a million," but just two.
I was one of the insatiables. The ones you'd always find sitting closest to the screen. Why do we sit so close? Maybe it was because we wanted to receive the images first. When they were still new, still fresh. Before they cleared the hurdles of the rows behind us. Before they'd been relayed back from row to row, spectator to spectator; until worn out, secondhand, the size of a postage stamp, it returned to the projectionist's cabin. Maybe, too, the screen was really a screen. It screened us... from the world.
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And it happened again.
It happened in the same way it always happened before.
He let me down.
With turning away from me, disregarding me, not seeing me, my soul and my bleeding heart that loves him so much.
It was as it always has been. He cared about another girl, and it is, as it always is, a girl that means a lot to me, too.
And she is as unreachable to him, as he is to me.
And that is the moment, when the magic circle of life and love closes and causes sadness, pain and a lot of heartaches.
Because HE is sad and I am sad.
And the only happy person left is the other girl ...
- the pain, the sadness, the heartaches, the grief, the loneliness -
it is finally time to love and be loved again !!!!!!!!!!!
The Last Goodbye
I don't believe you
And I never will,
Oh I can't live by your side
with the lies you've tried to instil,
I can't take anymore,
I don't have to give you a reason
For leaving this time
Cos this is my last goodbye
It's like I hardly know you
but maybe I never did.
It's like every emotion you showed me
you kept well hid,
and every true word that you ever spoke
was really decieving.
Now I'm leaving this time
cos this is my last goodbye
I've gotta turn and walk away,
I don't have anything left to say
I haven't already said before
and I've grown tired of being used,
and I'm sick and tired of being accused.
Now I'm walking away from you,
and I'm not coming back