mylists?

 

  Being the most special person in the room? How happy could you be in that person's shoes? Being someone's apple for their eyes. Gaining all of their attention, no? Love perhaps? Or their appreciation? How down are you that love is no longer giving you an answer. Aren't you that same person who gives all your life for that apple? Even the apple can fall and become unwanted anymore. Who am I lying to?

    Are you enough to be the music to my ears? Being someone who can soothe my mind when it tangling? Can you untangle it when the melody is nothing more than a sound in mine? How high are you easily losing all of those harmonies, aren't you always being called? Don't you hate that sound deep in your heart? And why are you looking for it when it's gone? Even when that voice echoes through all that playlist of yours, you still manage to get it correctly. Who am I fooling?

    People say that time will heal our wounds, but they don't say how the wounds will be healed? I don't even know what I'm waiting for anymore, it's getting dryer and colder every time it passes. How will time heal when all it does is take my ability to feel something which meant to be felt. Or perhaps I was too naive to think that was for my good? 

    

    All of these playlists, lyrics, melodies, and I can't find you no more. Looks like time already catching up to me, who knows what my ears will hear later. Could be something new, or an old song perhaps? Nothing's bad about that. I could always give it a try, and see if I still able to enjoy another one. All I know is that every song has its own melodies, every picture has its own memories, and here I am enjoying every moment that was possible.