I and my red high heels are tiptoeing on the moon,
Looking for something real that keeps igniting my inner flame;
As crazy as my mind, and as foolish as my heart…
Oh well, not so well.
When you already know the truth, yet still grasp tight —
Holding on to things that are never meant for you.
For even a deaf person can still believe what they cannot hear:
As long as they can feel it, and bear it all along.
How gentle it sounds — a hopeful heart blinded by stars, fighting for its light;
Just a blinded woman… wondering what could have been.
A dissertation of pain, yet still stepping through it anyway.
"Am I the only one wearing these high heels of hope?"
Climbing the ladder only to fall halfway down along the way,
"Do you understand me? It was never going to be easy."
Oh well… I'm not well.
When I realize: the light is neither red nor blue —
It is YOU. You knew exactly what you were doing, yet kept doing it anyway.
Now gathering broken pieces of myself, from all that you have sown.
Where is that stillness of water I held long ago?
I should have just let it flow.
Now it aches so much to know — that you KNEW.
I should have stopped testing you long before now.
Because all this does is make me a fool for you.
Oh well…
In the end, it's not about the saddest farewell.
But this quiet thought: "I hope we knew each other that well."
Well, I…