A heart never to be tamed
The dream twisted to its ends
A love so untrustworthy
Beckon it no more
What if one loves
And loves in vain?
Better off on the edge
Or clear off the cliff?
At the bottom is the cold sea
As unforgiving as the oldest grudge
The dark waters hide jagged rocks
Of penetrating sorrow
Down below where the sea sings no more,
The cliff wall is slick with old troubles,
To climb is to fall again, with the same hurt,
And looking up is the memory of that old place.
The edge, the earth-shaking troubles,
A choice to plunge into nothingness
Or remain with that heavy heart,
Balancing on a fickle thought.
Loving from afar, the heart's woes unsung.
A classic cliche situation, without the proposed good ending.
Maybe, but extrobably not.
The dream twisted to its ends
A love so untrustworthy
Beckon it no more
What if one loves
And loves in vain?
Better off on the edge
Or clear off the cliff?
At the bottom is the cold sea
As unforgiving as the oldest grudge
The dark waters hide jagged rocks
Of penetrating sorrow
Down below where the sea sings no more,
The cliff wall is slick with old troubles,
To climb is to fall again, with the same hurt,
And looking up is the memory of that old place.
The edge, the earth-shaking troubles,
A choice to plunge into nothingness
Or remain with that heavy heart,
Balancing on a fickle thought.
Loving from afar, the heart's woes unsung.
A classic cliche situation, without the proposed good ending.
Maybe, but extrobably not.
