Braveheart

braveheart

My life is a series of pain

Often the first people I meet

Were always the first ones to leave

Like a wind that just passed through.

 

It still hurt, yes, I ask myself why

I am always placed in these fateful encounters

Going through the circles and cycles

Of betrayals and of putting knives behind one’s back.

 

Often the first cut is the deepest

A slow torture that cannot be easily forgotten

Replaying like a movie in my head

Haunting my very existence.

 

It is almost always hard to let go

Oh, I will always know when

It was time to move on

I hurts to always say the last goodbye.

 

I form attachments I know will hurt

Full of bruises yet still unbroken

Full of false hopes yet still faithful

Until I had to put up a wall.

 

So now you ask why I was slow to trust

Now you ask why silence was the only thing you got

Dear, there’s more to silence than meets the eye

It speaks in volumes the only little forgotten things that matter.

 

 

 


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I stopped by the net

And tried to search your name

I was hoping I’d feel great

But I only felt dismay.

 

I wanted to reach out to you

You with your genuine smiles and laughter

Hoping the bond was still tight

Before you were in the spotlight.

 

Thousands of pictures of you appeared

with thousands of words attached to them

That I could not recognize the same smile and laughter

That did not reach your amber eyes.

 

You did not tell me the world had eaten you

and robbed you of our memories

The only thing I was holding on to

That is living the simple life with you.