you pretend like nothing's wrong. everything is fine. but it's not.
you cry in silence and sit in a corner, and when someone comes around and asks you if you're okay, you say you are. even if you're heart is being ripped into a million pieces, fed to the sharks or thrown out to space to be placed amongst the stars in the galaxy. staring at orion's belt amongst other constellations, i can't help but remember those ojos that speak. they tell me of sadness, and happiness. the corazon that spoke thru those ojos, when orion can be seen in the moonlit sky.
how i longed to see those ojos. if only for a second. if i could only hear your voice. but now, my ojos silently weeps for an empty space that could no longer be filled. like a void in space that only time and space could fill.
how i long for yesterday that would never see today... i woke up on the wrong side of the bed, because the other side is empty. time-bound elements drifting somewhere over the bay. connected by a bridge that could never be travelled.
a sea of dreams, a million miles away. i wonder if i could see those ojos again... once in a lifetime among constellations and letters.... only to weep and silently die in solitude....
you cry in silence and sit in a corner, and when someone comes around and asks you if you're okay, you say you are. even if you're heart is being ripped into a million pieces, fed to the sharks or thrown out to space to be placed amongst the stars in the galaxy. staring at orion's belt amongst other constellations, i can't help but remember those ojos that speak. they tell me of sadness, and happiness. the corazon that spoke thru those ojos, when orion can be seen in the moonlit sky.
how i longed to see those ojos. if only for a second. if i could only hear your voice. but now, my ojos silently weeps for an empty space that could no longer be filled. like a void in space that only time and space could fill.
how i long for yesterday that would never see today... i woke up on the wrong side of the bed, because the other side is empty. time-bound elements drifting somewhere over the bay. connected by a bridge that could never be travelled.
a sea of dreams, a million miles away. i wonder if i could see those ojos again... once in a lifetime among constellations and letters.... only to weep and silently die in solitude....
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