Once upon a time lived a Wanderlust.
Put down by time, life faded and swirled like a ball of dust.
Beaten by the world, healed by the nature,
Life went on, same problems, just different year.
Birth felt like a mistake to her, wishes to never be born,
Melancholic mind sings a sad grunge song inside, a big grin across the face is worn.
"Life isn't easy,
it's a narrow path to make through,
The valley down at the bottom makes you feel dizzy.
You need support to make it" yes it's true.
Life seemed like a guitar without strings,
A lifeless lark who never sings,
Flute that is never serene,
A silency of hope was more welcomed in.
Like a musician forgetting his notes on the piano,
Playing epoxied notes, fooling himself, but not others.
"Hope you loved my false notes?" hell, its a no.
Like a flesh of meat was her little heart,
easy to be cut and torn apart.
Hoped for happiness from others,
But they knew the lark's weakest feathers.
"Tear them down once she lays eggs!"
"Hmm, that part is delicious. Break those legs!"
They cut down the limbs, hard enough for her to run away.
From.
From the miseries of this huge slaughterhouse.
Broken legs. Heart tore apart. No happiness, nothing to arouse.
Having the broken pieces she tried to tape them up,
Stood up on arms, chanting "Buckle up!"
"Broken heart? I still have heart!"
"Not everyone is bad, people just differ, like pieces of art."
Alas she fell in love once again, and soon she found an another wanderlust the other day,
But seeing no legs, he left her and ran off far away.
She lost it. Lost hope and faith from feeling.
Heart tore down terribly. No tape left for healing.
Initial steps already ruined.
Heart and body totally bruised.
What would she do?
Wearing the grin was easy. But what would she laugh and smile to?
Left all alone,
A young man came suited up.
Tape and scissor in his hand,
Bringing his bond to her like a magic wand.
Tall but broken,
Bearded and tear-soaken,
"I am here to mend your heart madamè" he whispers,
Brings a sample of his broken heart as he whimpers.
She shows him his broken heart, as he says,
"Hey it's fine!"
"Everybody's hearts are broken, some little, and some immensely, like mine."
"Seems to suit mine! Let's try joining my heart to yours."
As he joins his broken piece with hers,
With the broken piece kept in her deepest purse,
Like with the broken piece an another broken piece get joined as it was meant to,
She feels the sudden light spreading through.
From the heart, to the vains, and to the brain,
All the sufferings blending with each other's past pain,
No melancholy individually left remained.
Times passed, and the tape still didn't seem to loosen up!
Tje gentleman's heart blending with the wanderlust, never seemed to be away from her, or she would have given up.
Like a fine recipe, a blend, a mixture, so well, one couldn't separate or make out the hidden ingredients,
"What is it? Ah, what's the difference?"
"The blend seems like it's all one, it doesn't seem like two different things!"
Surprising how one person could give her life some new meanings.
From a rolling ball of dust, slowly into a soothing warmth of fire,
She could even warm the gentleman's coldest spot; No it's not a satire.
And as the gentleman lived all in with her, from a faded passing time to a happy persona that could make a moment stop,
Gentleman felt the warmth in her arms, as he slowly felt his temperature drop.
The healing nature of the gentleman made wanderlust stick to him.
And as the time passed by and the lights went dim,
They fell for each other, love was felt in the air,
The air that couldn't make fire stop, and could not freeze the cold-spotted affair.
As one evening, the gentleman asks the wanderlust,
"What's in me that's making you love me?"
"Ah," the wanderlust smiled, "you taped my heart yourself with yours, oh thee!"
The tape never loosened.
No legs to run away from him anymore, and she felt happy about it for the first time.
~THE GENTLEMAN
Put down by time, life faded and swirled like a ball of dust.
Beaten by the world, healed by the nature,
Life went on, same problems, just different year.
Birth felt like a mistake to her, wishes to never be born,
Melancholic mind sings a sad grunge song inside, a big grin across the face is worn.
"Life isn't easy,
it's a narrow path to make through,
The valley down at the bottom makes you feel dizzy.
You need support to make it" yes it's true.
Life seemed like a guitar without strings,
A lifeless lark who never sings,
Flute that is never serene,
A silency of hope was more welcomed in.
Like a musician forgetting his notes on the piano,
Playing epoxied notes, fooling himself, but not others.
"Hope you loved my false notes?" hell, its a no.
Like a flesh of meat was her little heart,
easy to be cut and torn apart.
Hoped for happiness from others,
But they knew the lark's weakest feathers.
"Tear them down once she lays eggs!"
"Hmm, that part is delicious. Break those legs!"
They cut down the limbs, hard enough for her to run away.
From.
From the miseries of this huge slaughterhouse.
Broken legs. Heart tore apart. No happiness, nothing to arouse.
Having the broken pieces she tried to tape them up,
Stood up on arms, chanting "Buckle up!"
"Broken heart? I still have heart!"
"Not everyone is bad, people just differ, like pieces of art."
Alas she fell in love once again, and soon she found an another wanderlust the other day,
But seeing no legs, he left her and ran off far away.
She lost it. Lost hope and faith from feeling.
Heart tore down terribly. No tape left for healing.
Initial steps already ruined.
Heart and body totally bruised.
What would she do?
Wearing the grin was easy. But what would she laugh and smile to?
Left all alone,
A young man came suited up.
Tape and scissor in his hand,
Bringing his bond to her like a magic wand.
Tall but broken,
Bearded and tear-soaken,
"I am here to mend your heart madamè" he whispers,
Brings a sample of his broken heart as he whimpers.
She shows him his broken heart, as he says,
"Hey it's fine!"
"Everybody's hearts are broken, some little, and some immensely, like mine."
"Seems to suit mine! Let's try joining my heart to yours."
As he joins his broken piece with hers,
With the broken piece kept in her deepest purse,
Like with the broken piece an another broken piece get joined as it was meant to,
She feels the sudden light spreading through.
From the heart, to the vains, and to the brain,
All the sufferings blending with each other's past pain,
No melancholy individually left remained.
Times passed, and the tape still didn't seem to loosen up!
Tje gentleman's heart blending with the wanderlust, never seemed to be away from her, or she would have given up.
Like a fine recipe, a blend, a mixture, so well, one couldn't separate or make out the hidden ingredients,
"What is it? Ah, what's the difference?"
"The blend seems like it's all one, it doesn't seem like two different things!"
Surprising how one person could give her life some new meanings.
From a rolling ball of dust, slowly into a soothing warmth of fire,
She could even warm the gentleman's coldest spot; No it's not a satire.
And as the gentleman lived all in with her, from a faded passing time to a happy persona that could make a moment stop,
Gentleman felt the warmth in her arms, as he slowly felt his temperature drop.
The healing nature of the gentleman made wanderlust stick to him.
And as the time passed by and the lights went dim,
They fell for each other, love was felt in the air,
The air that couldn't make fire stop, and could not freeze the cold-spotted affair.
As one evening, the gentleman asks the wanderlust,
"What's in me that's making you love me?"
"Ah," the wanderlust smiled, "you taped my heart yourself with yours, oh thee!"
The tape never loosened.
No legs to run away from him anymore, and she felt happy about it for the first time.
~THE GENTLEMAN
