Aeonis

Why does my heart always remember
The tragedy born in December
The broken, the lost and lonely child
Wanting to run, wanting to hide

Away from all the sadness and the pain
Heavy tears forever lost in November rain
The aching, the feeling
The "never truly healing"

The hope long lost
Is this because
There was never any point to see
The wonders the heart could feel

Was it just easier to let it be?
Is it just easier to be me?
The broken child born in December
Who just doesn't want to remember

That sometimes you can be more than content
That sometimes, even if it doesn't make sense
That life, that love, can bring a smile to your eyes
That sometimes, there is truth in the lies

That life could be more than this
That happiness really truly exist
Not in stories, not in a book
But by a simple look

With the touch of a fingertip
With one single kiss
There really is

More than this.....

6/12-2011 [15.37]