It was only a year ago since I last saw her. She was then gloomy with sadness..I saw it in her eyes.. That was one of the most uncommon divorce I've ever heard. Everyone thought she was the happiest person in the world..pampered and loved..but eventually, it's not so.
She is one of those most understanding, wise and forgiving person I've ever known all my life..she was..and I wasn't worried..cos' I know that she could handle it well, but when I was talking to her just a while ago, it was just so shocking how she have changed...a lot.. Seems like even a wise person like her couldn't really handle a heartbreak..so bitter..so frustrating..that it has cause such huge change in a person. It's just so sad..how love could bring so much sadness, hatred.. and how it could change a beautiful person to someone you never thought she could become..
People change..drastically..suddenly..bitterly..and from the way they behave, we could almost see how hard they're trying to hold on..how much they're suffering inside..it must have been hell.. It just seems too easy how a person could turn their head and behave negative..be a bad person..just trying to make themselves happy..portray that confidence and be strong..be feared..but honestly, it's not. The struggle and anger inside creates more difficult and complicated tangles than anything.. Being just a human is not easy, but being a nice person is indeed very difficult. Circumstances may push a person to be completely confused and negative at the same time. Stay strong..just stay strong..
It's raining..it's so cold inside the air-conditioned premise..Forget about that ice cream straight from the freezer..forget about the stormy winter..but yet..nothing beats the coldness in a heart without love..
The Weeping Willow's Friend
"In the wet and cold cold night, my Nightingale is back
what seems so heavy in thy heart..? my good old branch could crack..
It was only four seasons long..and you're back singing sad songs
I thought you found someone..somewhere you belong.."
"You're still standing strong, my good old Silver Willow
your branches bend so low, it shows all your sorrow
I only wish I could stay right here for as long as I can
cos' I'll never have the will to fly and battle the storm again."
"The wind was harsh, my Nightingale..your kindness put to test
for some fools may take for granted and all at your very best
come stay on my branches bends and sing me songs as I weep
for no foolish fools could ever know what love is meant so deep.."
"Cover me with your silver leaves..shelter me from this cold
I'll sing you all my stories..though they may seems so old
close your eyes and weep with me..and let those angels cry
till one may never weep again when the love in them have died.."
~the day my angel cried..~
20th May, 2013
For the longest time..these words have been held inside..there's nothing I could find to complete them. There are so much bits and pieces..'broken'.. I guess this is what it really means in this word so often been taken so harshly as it sounds..and some pieces are lost. Maybe that's the best for me. There must be some part in a person ought to be lost and forgotten..
"Cry in the dark, my Nightingale..but when the night is over..and the light hit the roads, find your way..to anywhere that makes you happy.." ~ your Silver Willow..
