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.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

DREAMS

Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down.
It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness, like a heart beat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had,
And what you lost

Yeah, thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when their playing
Yeah women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know
You’ll know

Now here I go again, I see the crystal vision
Well I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me that wants to wrap around your dreams
And have you any dreams you’d like to sell
Dreams of your loneliness, like a heart beat,drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had,
And what you lost

Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when their playing
Yeah women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know

The Corrs