"And when the dream ends
Well, what happens then?
The dance done
Like death we slowly fall away
And what then?
Empty spaces
Burnt out places
Where we use to live within each other.
This hallow heart beats shallow breaths
Pounding tenderly the walls within my chest
That vibrate in hurtful praise for you
And I ache, I ache there is not a place I do not ache
And what then…
Nothing…just nothing?
No wait…
I've died inside and my ashes are scattered by this wind
The wind from your cold, cold, callous breath
The last betrayal…
Now, there is nothing left."
Maritsa...
"Only I can know my own experience
...Walk with me
I'd love that
But do not trip my step
Or judge my pace.
The love I feel, the hurt I feel are both my own
As yours are yours
Like our faces tell our stories
And our traces mark our tears, our joys
They are reminders that we have felt
And lived, and laughed, and cried...
The tears I never thought would dry
Unbearable things and joyous surprises have touched my heart
So, walk with me...If you dare
I'd love that
But do not trip my step
Or judge my pace
The deepest things of hurt or happiness are felt in equal parts
And time can't be the judge this time
Of how I feel or fall apart
For how do you hold a moment in your hand...
Less it's already been held in your heart."
Maritsa...
