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Saturday, November 10, 2007

Why does the heart not care anymore?

Why does the heart not give a damn anymore?

Why does the heart lose all of its emotions?

Why does the heart lose its sentimentality

Why does the heart become cold?

Why? Probably because it has become heartless...

L'osieau Bleu has become the sanctuary for the negative emotions.

Compass has become the direction of the ever so realistic and inhumane heart.

Tears has become the source for the sorrow for the heart.

I yearn however, to hear the Heart's Voice.
For the Heart's Voice shall restore its true human feelings finally.

Tides of Time has become the limit for the fragile heart.

The passing of the morning has become my requiem.

Now, True Love has become just Like the Wind...

As it Winds a Time, the heart enters a City of Sadness.

I crave for A Choice of Gentleness under Tomorrow's Wind.

Yearn as I would like, Try as I might, the heart would still not listen to the soul and its owner.

I am praying that my Peace of Mind would arrive soon.

I just hope that you would be as you would when we first met.

Under the Sky Rememberances where our palace of memories reside in,

I reminisce our sweetheart story in my Lunar Dream.

Yearn and Crave, yet, the Heart of Glass remains....


Probably only she would understand my emotions now... Yet, I am always stuck with the same person... Tear as the heart will, Hurt as the heart experiences, sorrow as the taste lingers, Things have changed. Times have moved on together with the Heart.

Now, I only wish for the heart to return to its state a few years ago as it was happy with the other heart it has emotions and feelings for...

Behold, as I finally compose my last piece, the songs of my heart... Before I fall for the final time..

Mesmerized within time...
12:29 AM