(AI) Irony

You came right
The perfect time
How long have you been waiting?
To get to me, my dear Irony

Been so much in love
Love got to me
I left you alone
Sent you on exile
Should have locked the big gates
Should have sent you far, further
I should have, not long ago
But I didn’t

And now you’re home again
To wake me up once more
Like before
When I was your believer

Confusion
Delusion
You’d think I have blinded myself

Betrayed by blood
Disgusted by foolishness
Enraged by lurking temptations
Hatred would have overtook me
Long ago
When I was still your believer
And my mouth was a temple
For the Serpent’s tongue

Oh, my eyes
I see the world with them still
And still my perspective remained
With me, full of ironies

Now I wonder
I wonder why
You returned now

I wonder
Not out of fear
But amazement
You should know by now
When Love got to me
Oh, my eyes remained
But renewed over time
You know what that means
Don’t you?

My dear Irony
You tried to knock sense into me
While I’m deeply in love
You had to come
And show me the other side of it
The dark side of it
You tried indeed

Ah, but the love I bear
The Lord has showered unto me
His sweet love along with it
I believe in you
But I’m no longer devoted
Oh, Irony

Yes, yes I know
There’s no exact fairytale
I’m not six anymore
You should know that
I who once housed the Serpent’s tongue
Cursed and lashed out Anger at will
I know your ways
And how they go

Naïve I may be
Naïve I may seemed
But I believe in this one love
Beside me

So Irony, if this is
Your declaration of war
On your once-believer
Who turned on you, exiled you
From her heart

If this is it
Then so be it

Once again I will hurt
Betrayed by blood
I might fall
But once again
I will rise
I will forever rise
I threw the white flag
Long ago

I will believe in this one love
One love beside me
As long as he smiles at me
As long as I exist within his heart
His mind
I know I can be
I know I will be
Your own irony
My dear Irony

Sometime, I Sit and Ask Myself…

…how much of myself do I know exactly?

Emma giggled as she typed the question. In a big font on the screen. She giggled again. How much really, she thought, I wonder. It was one of the moments where she would smile to herself, proud. Such moments were frequent lately. Such moments indeed. She knew she has gone nuts.

What happened?
Who are you sitting in my place?
Looking just like me
Exactly like me…

Have I seen you before?
My unknown twin
Have we met before?
Why can’t I remember you?

Sometimes, I sit and ask myself
What happened?
Ah, but the answer is clear
Can’t you see?
What happened?

The question remains
What have you done to me?
But the truth is
What have I done to myself?

Ah, Love
Where are you taking me?
I feel you in every heartbeat
I feel you strong and clear
I feel your heavy breath
On every second of my life

Ah, Love
What have you done to me?
What have I done to me?
Ah, myself
Sometimes I do not know you
If I should see myself
Down the streets
I’d not recognize me

Ah, Love
I am new
Because I feel you
Tugging my veins
Calling me
Soft and firm
I hear you
I hear your call
Ah, Love
And I take your call

I come in answer
I come to answer
What have you done?
What have I done?
What have we done?
To me

I bared myself
To the most wonderful feeling ever
Joy and happiness
You bring to me
Everlasting I can see

Ah, Love…

Emma went through her photo collections – the ones of herself. She smiled again. Yes, I’m different now. I’m different because…

At that moment, Caine’s face flashed in her mind. And his smile, oh, his smile. It was the one that stole her heart away, completely off the hook.

Darn you, she whispered, still smiling. How much do I know myself? Why don’t you tell me? Darn you. look what you’ve done to me…

(AI) Fly Away

Too much to cry for
Too little to yearn for

With every step I take
Facing another tomorrow
I wonder how I survived
To see the sun rising once more

Each day I sigh
As the clouds pass by
Remembering when
The last time I cry

The stars would light my way
The leaves guiding me
One way or another
This was just another day

Another day
But someday
Rising from the ground
On my own weary feet once more

Too much to cry for
Too little to yearn for

My mourning days are over
I’m heading for a fresh new beginning
A fresh new day
And once more living my glorious days
Once again towards the rising sun

I’ll fly away