Melodies Of A Broken Heart

Midnight Memories

I took a pen to write

Midnight memories - I held it tight

To write about the one I adore

The one I'd one day wish to die for

Music hauled in my ears

Trying to suppress my fears

For I can't cry and Count my tears

I played a song that brought her cheers

Trying to recall the moments she used to laugh, love 

And cry at the comfort of my arms

Moments when she'll suddenly kiss me

Because she can't bear us spiraling into an emotional fight

I took a pen to write

Things I would remember apart from her delicate smile

The amusing innocent looks of her eyes

The dense posture of her gestures 

When she wakes up and decides to think otherwise

And The way she'd timidly beat me 

Each time she can't control her pleasant laughter

I took a pen to write

I alone sat under the thick silence of the night

Wondering who is holding you now

Wondering who is provoking the sensual looks of your eyes

Wondering if you miss me as much as I wake up,

And be dying to see that one person who woke up thinking otherwise

I took a pen to write

Teardrops on a page - I held it tight

To write a letter for the one I adore

The one I can't hear from anymore

I took a pen to write

Hoping you're writing the same letter to me

The letter you'd neatly fold - Tightly wrapped

Lay it beneath the  bulky firewood 

And hope that it haunts in flames...

So that by the breeze, its words will one day envelop my heart

And silently whisper that I will one day get to set my eyes on you

Till then, My efforts will go into erasing you

For the best thing, a heart could ever do,

Is to accept That there is nothing it can further do

Than to let go of you...