I have seen it through a dream, a lost soul, me. Trying to uncover the secrets of my life, I am shy to truth and he only knows but i cannot find him; everyone else has made him up for me. Like a child I drank from whatever cup they gave, my father told me to never in life meet the man they call " I wish I knew" but I am too curious. I made his acquaintance, I got to know him too well while my past mistakes all laughed at my face. Is it funny all what I've said? My life is a joke so let me tell it, and perhaps you won't have the will to laugh like the others.

Yes, I have been abandoned and let to turn cold because that is what all thos people who walk in self proclaimed righteousness want. But I found a heart to carry, to which i hold the keys to and so she does mine too. I can say i am happy but where is the purpose? Does she make you smile when you sit at the corner of the room weeping? Does she warm your heart when you believe there was no room for warmth? And does she spark a match of madness through your body with every subtle glimpse at her eyes? If you then can answer those questions. Isnt her love purpose enough? My heart sinks, a heavy weight with a heavy price stitched on it: I am sorry. Now let me lay here an wonder about nothing, I like to be a lone.


© M.X.M