I walked to your house,

Wearing your old worn out jacket,

And a paper plane in my hand.

 

I stood under your window,

Now dark and empty.

Looking up, you were already gone,

Leaving my soul without a home.

 

Feeling a light breeze coming on,

Without the warmth of you by my side,

And I wear this old worn out jacket of yours,

This empty shell of you I try so hard to still hold on…

 

Looking up, you were already gone,

Leaving my soul without a home,

Wearing this old worn out jacket of yours,

And a paper plane in my hand.

 

Written inside,

Are all the hopes and dreams that you and I once shared,

All the promises it carried,

Yet it cannot take flight.

 

And now I stand, wearing your old worn out jacket,

And this paper plane in my hand.

 

The wind has blown your windows open

And now it welcomes me…

Into its empty darkness.

 

A tear slides down my cheeks,

And I slowly let out a sigh.

Lifting up our paper plane,

I let it take flight into this room without a soul.

 

The shadow of my memories
Wander behind me...

The whisper of sweet words,
Is the gentle breeze that kisses me.

Empty streets,
Vacant houses,
The cobblestone road, has come undone

A faded yellow ribbon, still tied to our willow tree,
Marked the promises,
Marked the dreams,
Marked the everything..
The everything that has now too, faded.

Walking on a cobblestone road that has come undone,
The shadow of my memories wander behind me.

From the distant horizon,
From a far away place,
Are you thinking of me too?

I walk this road, that we used to walk
Hand in hand,
We could have walked forever,
Life itself seemed to last forever.

But now Forever has left,
And what is left,
Is the cobblestone road, that has come undone

We dance tonight,
To no music at all.
The only music that we hear,
Emanates from the heart beat that we share.
This harmonious melody,
Resonates through our eyes,
and envelopes our body.
This is our reality.
The only one we know.
In our own world,
This dance would last forever.
Through our eyes,
This is forever.
Through our heart,
The next beat will take us to forever
Maybe our dance was only an intermission to the requiem of our life.
Maybe, this so called intermission is the requiem of our life.
Never thought that time is not forever.
Never knew that time not enough,
Would hurt so much.