I saw it in the mirror, I saw it in my face
that I'm no longer needed, that my place could be
taken by anybody. Yes, I saw it in the mirror, when I
looked into my eyes, I saw that something was wrong. I
saw it in the mirror, my head is hanging low and I'm
not too familiar with such feelings. I know he said he
loved me, but I looked through his lies and it really
didn't bother him if I would ever cry. I had never
thought I could cry for him, but now I know I'll miss
him and all the days we shared.
I can still recall the day when he walked, just
like that, into my house, as smug as a cat. He was
handsome and smart, telling innocent lies, learning
all my secrets and then leaving no stone unturned and
throwing dust in my eyes. As though he stopped a while
for a chat, he found a temporary home in my house.
Then he simply walked away with my heart in his hand.
As romance had blossomed, I thought that there
was nothing in the world that could keep us apart. I
can still feel those kisses of fire burning, burning,
those sweet devotions which made me feel like being at
the point of no returning, being caught in the
landscape of emotions. I was riding higher than the
sky and when he slept by my side I felt safe. I had
found a place in the sun.
Still, I was scared that my love was so strong.
Losing him was a nightmare.
I wonder: was it just a dream, everything we
did, everything we had?
Now our love is just a blown-out candle.
I lived in a love land and wondered along
beautiful gardens full of flowers, song and sweet
scents. The grass was mellow and the sky was blue .I
had come to the sunshine and listened to the tuneful
songs of the silvery birds.
It was like living in paradise.
It was a tropical love land which I shared with
him. Life was so happy and sunny. We wandered
together, laid in the shade of a tree, over the
rainbow and under the moon.
But our love was a snowbird which flew away.
They say that a restless body can hide a
peaceful soul, and if I explore the heavens or if I
search inside, well it really doesn't matter as long
as I can tell myself I have always tried.
Life is motion, just like a roller in the sea,
life flows like a wind that's always blowing and, like
the sunrise in the morning, life dawns.
How I treasure every minute, being part of it,
being in it, with the urge to move on.
I've travelled many places and I've travelled
in my mind; it seems I'm on a journey, a trip through
space and time and somewhere lies the answer to all
the questions why. What really makes the difference
between all dead and living things is the will to stay alive.
Changing, moving in a circle, I can see his
face in all my dreams, smiling, laughing from the
shadows, when I hear his voice I know what it means, I
know it doesn't matter just how hard I try, but he was
all the reasons for my life then. Sadly, disillusion
is all he left for me.
How can I forget him when my world is breaking down?
Wishing, hoping, chasing shadows.
Did I see his face somewhere in the crowd?
Thinking and wondering what he's doing I can't stop myself from crying out
They say that my wound would heal and only leave
a scar, but then they never shared our love.
Disillusion is all I've got from him.
Now I believe that his new girl has turned him
down and they say she's pushing him around .
How does it feel? I guess it hurts his pride.
Disaster and disgrace. The king has lost his crown.
Suddenly he's clumsy like a fool and his world
is upside down.
Was it hard to step down from his throne?
The morning breeze that ripples the surface
of the ocean, the crying of the seagulls that hover
over me, I see it and I hear it, but how can I explain
the wonder of the moment.Oh!
To be alive, to feel the sun that follows every storm...
But what do I hear? A strange, funny noise
coming from my hotel room. I can hear crystalline
jingling of bells coming from inside.
What is it?
Who is there? What is happening to me?
Am I hearing things? Is it just fantasy?
I rush into my room and find the window open.
There's a huge red sack on my bed. Looking through the
window, I can see a sleigh pulled by reindeers on the
sky. And inside the sleigh there is Santa!
Santa?! In the middle of summer?
Hey you, Santa Claus! Come back!
Why have you come so early?
Bio: Sorana Salomeia is a 17 year old female, from Romania