Music around me keeps the peace
of my soul,it saves me from the sorrow.
It keeps me from all the bad thoughts,
my heart is so dark.
Broken pieces everywhere,
they remind me of who i am.
A gentle girl who gives a heart
to be broken over and over again.
She gives its pure love to
someone who will never feel the same,
she collect its pieces to heal again.
She spends her day in thinking
she cherish the hope by dreaming.
Dream can be such an interesting place
for every broken heart,
imagination is so powerful,
it might lead you to where
you really want to be.
Broken heart will heal again,
think double if you care,
it's only you who really care,
it's you who lives in there.
In the world of your own dreams,
in the world of your own fears.
Never give up of hoping
never be what you don't want to be.
Find your happiness in little things,
love yourself for that who you are
not for who should be.
Love yourself for that you'll never be,
the cold heart inside,
the sweet lies outside.
~ To my dear friends,
Sylvie and Tammie. ~
Love you. ♥
by: Charles Baudelaire
AM as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.
Swan-white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movements that disturb my pose,
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.
Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,
For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.
