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*** Dark Alleys ***
Jan. 4th, 2005 08:28 amor: this is what Marta does at 01:02am... on early Tuesday mornings. and the reason why i'm way tired now. don't blame me, blame the... well... the thoughts and whatever triggered this...
feel free to comment - i'd actually like that as i sometimes dunno if people understand what i want to tell when i'm writing like this - remember english's not my mother language and be NICE to me... ;) i haven't written anything for ages and this just flew out of head and heart into pen and onto paper - hardly any corrections made.
thank you for reading!
*** Dark Alleys ***
What if the one’s face you need to forget the most
Haunts you like the cruel memory of a ghost?
What if these thoughts turn into hopes so wrong
They prevent you from forgetting and from moving on?
And you ask yourself – is this destiny?
Is this how I am meant to be?
Forever haunted and longing for a love nonexistent?
Betrayed by my own heart that seems to tend
To turn the wrong way and doesn’t want to heal,
That rather breaks all over again, rather than to feel
The emptiness and absence of the image of your face
Being the first I see when I wake up these days?
You know there is this loneliness lurking deep within,
Like a monster waiting patiently for the moment to begin
To burn stronger – to turn into an all-destroying fire
To swallow body, heart and soul because of this one denied desire.
So what else to do than to hide well so nobody can find it?
And just for one more day to dwell on some mad hope’s flame lit?
The impossible is far easier to hold onto now
Than to face the soul’s dark corners and to search for a way how
To lift yourself up once again and heal your broken heart
To go back through storm and rain
Right back to the start.
©Marta Fabiánek – 04.01.05 – 01:02am
feel free to comment - i'd actually like that as i sometimes dunno if people understand what i want to tell when i'm writing like this - remember english's not my mother language and be NICE to me... ;) i haven't written anything for ages and this just flew out of head and heart into pen and onto paper - hardly any corrections made.
thank you for reading!
*** Dark Alleys ***
What if the one’s face you need to forget the most
Haunts you like the cruel memory of a ghost?
What if these thoughts turn into hopes so wrong
They prevent you from forgetting and from moving on?
And you ask yourself – is this destiny?
Is this how I am meant to be?
Forever haunted and longing for a love nonexistent?
Betrayed by my own heart that seems to tend
To turn the wrong way and doesn’t want to heal,
That rather breaks all over again, rather than to feel
The emptiness and absence of the image of your face
Being the first I see when I wake up these days?
You know there is this loneliness lurking deep within,
Like a monster waiting patiently for the moment to begin
To burn stronger – to turn into an all-destroying fire
To swallow body, heart and soul because of this one denied desire.
So what else to do than to hide well so nobody can find it?
And just for one more day to dwell on some mad hope’s flame lit?
The impossible is far easier to hold onto now
Than to face the soul’s dark corners and to search for a way how
To lift yourself up once again and heal your broken heart
To go back through storm and rain
Right back to the start.
©Marta Fabiánek – 04.01.05 – 01:02am
