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Why letting go and moving on is the most difficult thing to do.

Here are 3 status updates which in a way convey why

“Moving on is simple, it’s what you leave behind that’s hard. How do you prepare a heart to be broken, or dreams to fall through? How do you let go of a miracle who means everything to you? How do you walk away, with the tears in your eyes…. letting go isn’t easy…you just pray you can survive.”

“It’s so strange that when people walk away from your life, they don’t take away their memories from your head, their feelings from your heart and the hopes from your dreams”

“It’s really painful to say goodbye to someone else that you don’t want to let go, but it’s even more painful to ask someone to stay if you can never make the relationship work out the way it should.”

I feel in the end it is just hope that one has got to hold on to and there is nothing wrong to hold on to that as one would for dear life.

Another song by The Script.

Going Back to the corner
where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag
I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard,
got your picture in my hand
saying, “if you see this girl
can you tell her where I am”

Some try to hand me money,
they don’t understand
I’m not broke, I’m just
a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense
but what else can I do?
How can I move on
when I’m still in love with you?

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving

Policeman says “son you can’t stay here”
I said, “there’s someone I’m waiting for
If it’s a day, a month, a year”
Gotta stand my ground even if
it rains or snows
If she changes her mind
this is the first place she will go

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving
I’m not moving, I’m not moving

People talk about the guy that’s waiting on a girl
ohhh..
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world
ohhh..

Maybe i’ll get famous
as the man who can’t be moved
Maybe you wont mean to
but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
cuase you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved
I’m the man who can’t be moved

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving
I’m not moving, I’m not moving (x2)

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move

r0amer

Why words can never beat a song and a song can never beat silence

It is so perplexing that words desert you when one needs them the most. One has to find solace in songs or poetry. And if even that doesn’t work, all one has silence which  again for some weird reason speaks louder than anything else.

Right now, sitting by myself I thought I would make an effort to put down what I was feeling. Alas words fail me or I find the songs express it better.

The song is by the band The Script.

Song 1 : Breakeven

I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in,
‘Coz I got time while she got freedom,
‘Coz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even.

Her best days will be some of my worst,
She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first,
While I’m wide awake, she’s no trouble sleeping,
‘Coz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even, even no.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re ok
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
‘Coz she’s moved on while I’m still grieving
And when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even, even no.

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re ok
I’m falling to pieces, yeah
I’m falling to pieces, yeah
I’m falling to pieces
(One still in love
while the other one’s leaving)
I’m falling to pieces,
(Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even)

You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain,
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I’m tryna make sense of what little remains, oh.
‘Coz you left me with no love, with no love to my name.

I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in,
‘Coz I got time while she got freedom,
‘Coz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break, no it don’t
break, no it don’t break even no.

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re ok
I’m falling to pieces, yeah
I’m falling to pieces, yeah
I’m falling to pieces,
(One still in love
while the other one’s leaving)
I’m falling to pieces,
(Cuz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even)

Oh, it don’t break even, no
Oh, it don’t break even, no
Oh, It don’t break even, no

 

r0amer



The FACE that refuses to FADE.

It’s a crowded cold night
heralding the college festivities that
will last a seventh of a fortnight
The stage is set, as is the sound
And so are the lights when
I take my place at the end of the ground.
There are the loners, the pairs and the groups
I see them as I take a look around
I stand amidst the crowd, alone.
They are no strangers but no friends;
it’s just me, a heart and a soul.
The speakers start to blare out loud.
The show begins, a model walks,
who gets the shouts from the gathered crowd,
With every step she takes;
with every graceful turn she makes
Something doesn’t seem to be right
it’s she but still not her in my sight
For I see you.
See you step on the ramp
you are long gone, yet the memory is fresh
just as the dew on the grass now damp.
I don’t know what I am searching for
is it what I lost, YOU
or the part of me to you, I lost.
Am not sure what hurts me more
What u took away from me
Or that what u left behind.
The cold night whispers and I
Listen to the silence;
till it’s just too much to take.
I walk past wondering the mistake I made
And there I see it again
the face that refuses to fade.

r0amer

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