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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Heya no Gojuusan
Fresh catch.
I left my heart in Room 53 while Sinatra left his in San Francisco...
When all he gave you was nights of endless loving, and you returned his kisses. Where the sky, the sun and the sea met on a hill as rainclouds forged your emotions. Dreams are understated, memories do not fade quickly --- because as you come and go, the memoirs of those days linger on. How time flies so fast... the next thing you know you are hopping on a ferry on your way back to the city. Waves crash against the rocks, the hill where the elements met seem tinier in the distance, and what was left was an unanswered question of those endless nights spent in his embrace. How true? My heart was left and locked up in that room, forever untouched by no other. No love is spoken, nor guaranteed, but fate is sealed by just one kiss, and one man who lost my all. Tears are no longer the same... they are as salty as the sea but sounds like a bittersweet symphony, drowned in the cries of passion and marks of indecision. We are not both sure of our feelings for each other. You are right -- it was just an impulse of the moment... but how can I let go when all you gave was what I thought your all? I lost my senses, I lost my everything. I gave up my everything, but now I know that I am holding back. It was just a mere glimpse of utopia, and I don't want to get lost again.
What do your kisses mean? How can I not tell myself that I am wrong? What does your embrace show me? How can I not tell myself not to wake up from a dream that I know in the end would leave us both in pain?
Reality bites back to every illusion we swim into. You hold the key to that room.
I left my heart lying in there somewhere...
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