Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Becoming a bird, this heart flies
When the destination of a dream is met
Dreams still remain dreams
This is real, when will ours happen?
Wakened eyes go on seeing dreams
When to a heart, someone seems to be its own

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

If everything we dreamed we got,
That's the end of the dream,
But if we don't get what we dream,
The dream lives on

Saturday, April 16, 2005

For some reason, I was thinking of you,
To say so many things, I readied my mouth,
But what is this that I have forgotten words?
Speak the truths quietly like secrets,
Other than you, who else do I have as a soulmate?
Who am I to tell you what has happened?
A struggle takes place inside of me,
My soul does not even realize the truth,
Not a single person knows of this,
When you are standing close to me,
My heart flies so far away,
What is this? Why is this?
When you stand far away from me,
My heart comes and sticks to you,
What is this? Why is this?
Without knowing the musical beat,
My young heart beats beats,
In the ocean that is melody,
It suffers, it suffers, beat by the waves,
As my heart travels down a new path,
As it notices new new things,
Shall I make you understand what I locked inside?
I do not know