Saturday, August 26, 2006
An echo fades into the night,
an eerie mournful sound.
A shooting star disappears from sight,
and I crumble to the ground.
There is no life within this garden;
my sobs are the only sound.
I have poisoned the honeyed fountain
where your love and passion could be found.
I stare at the stars above,
my grieving howls always fill the night
I remember how it used to be when we shared our fears and delights.
You are a treasured friend to me.
How can I make things right?
Feeling afraid, cold and lonely,
I long to tell someone how I feel,
but no one want to hear mi.
The old wounds show symptoms of reappearance
The pain for you is much too real.
Should I back away and build a wall and block away how I feel?
Yes i should..Delta Goodrem - Lost Without You (World Music Awards 2005)*emo + stressed + confused* mode...
no use being emo too.. which i have been doing all the time..
Posted by wanderluster at 8/26/2006 03:24:00 PM