i hate how coffee turns into an addiction and how it keeps you up all night. how it burns and makes your heart beat fast. especially how it makes you crave for its rich and sweet promises of grains, milk and sugar. moments later, it puts you into a melancholic mood of coldness before you realize, it has consumed you before you should have consumed it. empty. hollow. bitter. then again... you crave for another cup. just like love.

Friday, January 06, 2006

I CAN DREAM CAN'T I

As we eye
The blue horizon's bend
Earth and sky
Appear to meet and end
But it's merely an illusion
Like your heart and mine
There is no sweet conclusion

I can see
No matter how near you'll be
You'll never belong to me
But I can dream
Can't I
Can't I pretend
That I'm locked in the bend
Of your embrace
For dreams
Are just like wine,
And I am drunk
With mine

I'm aware
My heart is a sad affair
There's much disillusion there
But I can dream
Can't I
Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream
Can't I

Can't I adore you
Although we are oceans apart
I can't make you open your heart
But I can dream
Can't I

The Carpenters