The Nakedness of the heart
Looking somewhere, hearing a sigh Though I look up at the midnight sky Muddied eyes can't reflect the sun, the moon, or the trifling tomorrow.
I have no use to wear worries that will just make the present futile. Don't nurture feelings you can't do anything about. Open your eyes.
the face reflected in the mirror when i wake up is the real me, just as is. What decorates my chest isn't a medal, but only the nakedness of my heart
On the street where the wind is whipping through, you're looking for something that you've lost But the only thing more precious than a diamond is the nakedness of the heart.
The Mortal Coil · Tue Mar 18, 2008 @ 10:10pm · 0 Comments |