A tear is rolling down her face.Her eyes full with feelings.Love and sadness.She got a broken heart.She needs a hug.By the person who did this to her.Her mouth tries to smile.But she fails.I want to touch her,Tell her,Everything will be okay.But my fingers just touch the mirror.
I gave you everything.First my happiness.Then my heart.Last my soul.And what did you do?First told meYou would love me.Then you took it back.And I'm still living withoutWhat I gave to you.And wish that one timeIt will come back to me again.
It's hurting.When she's sitting between us,It's like we're strangers.When she's touching your skin,It's like you're in love with her.When she's stroking your hair,It's like she belongs to you.When you talk about her,You're smiling the whole time,Like you can't think of anything else.When she talks about you,It sounds like,You deserve someone better than me.And when I tell you,There's this happy smile on your face.It's hurting so much.
Believe me, this was true last night,Tho' it is false to-day.-- A.M.F. Robinson.A fair dream to my chamber flew:Such a crowd of folk that stirred,Jested, fluttered; only you,You alone of all that band,Calm and silent, spake no word.Only once you neared my place,And your hand one moment's spaceSought the fingers of my hand;Your eyes flashed to mine; I knewAll was well between us two.On from dream to dream I past,But the first sweet vision castMystic radiance o'er the last.
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold;Where long will cling the lips of the moth,I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;I hide no hate; I am not even wrothWho found earth’s breath so keen and cold;I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,And laid them away in a box of gold.