MY HOPE IS OVER

It's so cold out here
For the rain fell hard on me
And I feel the freeze all piled
beneath my skin
How have I not forgotten
that very word 'cold stone'
Or was it Stonecold?
For the man snip me off
like a loose rubber
He was as cold as can be
and waved all warm feelings
brushed my warm soul with ice

The loving words were rudely
snapped from me
He left me non to rejoice
and all that were once for me
were all gone
I watched her with blurry vision
from far
And I said, "She has her now..."
and Im severed at last
But then was it only yesterday
That the stonecold was mine?

Now
all alone
My thoughts turned to him
Over those hilly mountains
and deep winding roads to the other shore
I rest my head in my foolish heart
let it cover not
Can I still look for your noble heart
forever more
when I know
there is still none for me?

You are not cold in the heart
not anymore
for many wild years later
This sheltered heart you seek
though it has melted
But it remains the faithful
while the warm rubber remembers
despite low spirit
Such wonderful years could never be forgotten
Or erased
Even though the changes and all sufferings
Were all mine and never yours!

Answer me now
My sweet love of yesteryear
Forgive me, if I try to forget you by
The daily doings is dragging me along
My desires are many
and I still have hopes and dreams
Though obscure
But I still cannot have you now

No more lights to my heaven and earth
I mourn not for the shine that you promised me
My dear life may not have bliss
for all that God has granted
The small blessings are precious to me
I fear you would perished my dreams
and Im hopeless to let you go
So I shall take my leave
though forever cherished
is the "Warm Rubber & Stone Cold"
I will etched these two names
all over my heart
AGAIN

I shall not waste my tears
for its useless to shed over useless passion
This soul is weak and old
To hasten a wish of hope
Would be like dragging a tomb to grave

I dare not let this madness thrive
and indulge in yesterdays memory
The rapturous pain has long gone
though the vision still fresh in my mind
With all the anger and pain
how could I seek your name again
when once you left me empty

IT'S THE WARM RUBBER

If only what I said
mattered to you
You would by now
be rejoicing
with me
holding hands sipping coffee
at the Sidewalk Cafe in Paris

If only you had believed
what your heart whispered to you
amidst those luxury and glitter
that envelops you
and blinded you
till you lost your way
which only made you stray
further from your true love

I would have told you
to take heed
of those turmoil
and lead your hand
so that you wont have time
to reach out for solitare
for you and I were meant
to be

I would have submit to all
your joys, mood swings and despair
Stood by you
in times of loneliness
and touch your heart
again and again
so that it doesnt bleed

But then I realised
I have none of those
that you deemed fit
No grandeur, non stylish as compared
and royal links that could strap you
close to me
And I should be content
to write you off
'In Memory of a Lover'

Then when the call came
I knew right away
It should have been me
to stand next to you
be by you
caress you

But then I had to turn away
and pretend not to hear
when your heart was crying in pain
I could sense the loneliness
which wraps around you so cold
so far and thin

If only
you had listened
hard and long
then you will know
that all you need now
is THE warm rubber
and not another Mrs Stone Cold!