a quilt of regrets and sorrows
each event of my life, patched together, piece by piece
as I try to solve the puzzle,
as I try to make sense of it all.
But all I can see are blacks overpowering the whites,
all I can see are the disappointments and fights…
I never thought life could go so awry
And to this day, I still can’t help asking: “why?”
I tried to make life work, tried to be happy
but somehow there was always something that wasn’t right.
And although at first I put up a good fight,
eventually I gave in, and I think that’s where I lost sight.
Afterwards I wandered aimlessly,
A blind man in a forest of forgotten hopes and dreams,
tripping and stumbling but still with my head held high,
desperately trying to scour my world of all the lies.
desperately trying to purge my life of needless disguise.
That’s when you came in to my life,
and distracted me from all the madness.
If only for a single moment; I felt whole again, home again.
You made the days seem brighter,
You made me want to be a fighter.
But then I gained my strength and stretched my wings,
Only to see you had built me a cage to live within,
and you would not give in;
for you wanted me all to yourself…
You wanted me to need you, more than I needed myself!
I knew just then, I had to leave,
Not because I didn’t love you, because I probably did.
But because I saw that you and I,
Rather than give each other wings in order to fly,
Would only trap one-another,
in golden cages hanging from the blue sky.
We were too attached, too afraid that we might lose hold,
So instead, we let our hearts grow cold
by always refusing to unguardedly fold…
And that, could not be right,
it could not be the proper way to mold.
If only for a single moment; I felt whole again, home again.
You made the days seem brighter,
You made me want to be a fighter.
But then I gained my strength and stretched my wings,
Only to see you had built me a cage to live within,
and you would not give in;
for you wanted me all to yourself…
You wanted me to need you, more than I needed myself!
I knew just then, I had to leave,
Not because I didn’t love you, because I probably did.
But because I saw that you and I,
Rather than give each other wings in order to fly,
Would only trap one-another,
in golden cages hanging from the blue sky.
We were too attached, too afraid that we might lose hold,
So instead, we let our hearts grow cold
by always refusing to unguardedly fold…
And that, could not be right,
it could not be the proper way to mold.
We had to learn that love is trust.
We had to learn that love does trump lust…
We had to learn all that, not from each other,
but through different bodies and different souls,
or all would have been forever lost,
maybe even swept away violently, in an unanticipated gust.
Leaving us with only a ghost,
of a wrecked friendship, that once, against all odds,
sang a beautiful song of all that was to come…
I thought you were my home, but it seems, I was wrong…
Our love, although strong, failed the most important test.
There was no trust between us, and that’s what brought our end.
Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice,
Sometimes I wonder if I should have been content to lose my own voice.
Those days are the worst.
They reek of defeat from dawn till dusk, and then:
Darkness envelops my body like
a quilt of regrets and sorrows
each event of my life, patched together, piece by piece
as I try to solve the puzzle,
as I try to make sense of it all.
But all I can see are darks overpowering the lights,
all I can see are the disappointments and fights…
I never thought life could go so awry
And to this day, I still can’t help asking: “why?”
Why does it feel like I, always went wrong?
Why do I always end up here?
And even more important than everything else:
How do I find, my own way home?
Because I thought you were my home,
but it seems, I was wrong…
Because I thought you were my home,
but now it seems like I was wrong…
We had to learn that love does trump lust…
We had to learn all that, not from each other,
but through different bodies and different souls,
or all would have been forever lost,
maybe even swept away violently, in an unanticipated gust.
Leaving us with only a ghost,
of a wrecked friendship, that once, against all odds,
sang a beautiful song of all that was to come…
I thought you were my home, but it seems, I was wrong…
Our love, although strong, failed the most important test.
There was no trust between us, and that’s what brought our end.
Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice,
Sometimes I wonder if I should have been content to lose my own voice.
Those days are the worst.
They reek of defeat from dawn till dusk, and then:
Darkness envelops my body like
a quilt of regrets and sorrows
each event of my life, patched together, piece by piece
as I try to solve the puzzle,
as I try to make sense of it all.
But all I can see are darks overpowering the lights,
all I can see are the disappointments and fights…
I never thought life could go so awry
And to this day, I still can’t help asking: “why?”
Why does it feel like I, always went wrong?
Why do I always end up here?
And even more important than everything else:
How do I find, my own way home?
Because I thought you were my home,
but it seems, I was wrong…
Because I thought you were my home,
but now it seems like I was wrong…
