Fickle we are that simple words tend to elevate, simple thoughts shattering the very dreams that set your heart on fire.
I cant foresee the reason something so lovely created with an intention to delight, yet all it does is destory your night.
Love to me was when i saw you, i felt a joy only u cld bring, Love to u was when u avoid me, giving me a pain only you could bring.
I stand here and watch you tear my heart into shreds, i sit and wish, pray that the never ending pain will someday end.
I wish upon a star that someday you'll see me, someday you'll be with me, yet you wish upon that same star and want someone else.
Fate introduced you to me, My heart made you its owner, The Caretakers seem to be Pain and Misery
O my dear puppeteer, when you allow your puppet see smiles, why did you carve me without a smile.
Swam across hurdles, jumped over adversities, hid from temptation and found Life, met you on the return journey and lost it.
What am i to do when all i do is wrong, what are we to do when the puppeteer seems to enjoy watching his puppets cry.
I dont want to listen to love songs, i dont want to watch love movies, i dont want to watch couples whisper sweet nothings, i dont want to see hugs, i dnt want to dream, i dont want to hope, i dont want to accept that i will do all these..
Cruel of Him to put reality and dreams in the same place.
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