(Echo)
Never in my life had I promised
But on this day I will solemnly swear,
To love you eternally as a bird
That has fallen in love with the air.
(Narcissus)
What is it about mere words,
That makes them so amorphously important?
Love, bird, air?
Your discursiveness only makes me reluctant.
Forgive me if my words fail to move youBut nothing else I can offer,
True love is all I have to give
And your rejection truly makes me suffer.
There is only redundancy in your words
And to say truth, you have spoken of nothing.
Your manner is successfully lugubrious
Speaking of birds, love and suffering.
Why do you twist my words with yours,
Not wanting to see the truth beyond them?
I ache to see you so unyielding and cold,
And how your stone heart only hardens.
I too can be nondiscriptive as you are,
And of love too, I am able.
But I rather live in my cruel reality,
Instead of living in your unmistakably fable.
Love unfilledIs the world’s greatest pain,
Today I will silence my heart.
Never shall my love speak again…
Wonder thru life as you do
And do not expect me to follow;
For like you said, my heart is made of stone
It is cold, hard and hollow…
