A boulder mounts heavily over my heart
For every breath is a heavy gasp
Heavy of a weight the truth is to carry
For impossible is now a reality
My hopes for my blissful mornings is now nothing but lonely nights
Paradise of your happiness hides my excruciating pain
My head tells tales of fate
But my heart falls heavy for its loss
And yet again, tomorrow is hard to breath.
My Empty Glass
How do you survive everyday on an empty glass
And how do you feel happy for someone who quenches from it?
How do you wait until you fill it with sweetness
And how afraid will you be to salvage every sip?
How long can you last at its clear gleam until it fades with time?
And how strong are you to mend yourself if the glass is broken?
