Journal Entry: Birth

Birth

I don’t have a heart that’s cold

Just refused the love of a dozen

And now that I’m growing old

I think it’s already frozen

Trapped inside a heavy shell

Small percent to the unknown I’d fell

Confronted with decisions I hate

Made some and left the rest to fate

He said he’ll wait

To that promise I hung my future

Banging close my heart’s gate

I’m dead, back off now vultures!

A promise that took me to greater heights

Death is peace, no love life, no fights

But he gave up, another gal he seek

He found my best friend, those two made me sick

Like crystal ice, I was shattered

Never dared pick the pieces scattered

I was happy despite of being sad

My shell’s fin’lly broken and that’s not bad

The past already happened

The present I cannot hastened

The future’s all I have

There, I trust I’ll meet a dove

If ever in the future

I’ll have to choose between life and love again

I’d go for love

For without love, there’s just no life

As for now, I may be dead

But if that future would be tomorrow

Tomorrow I’ll live

I’m gonna breathe

At last…