Did I tell you
Lately that I can't
Listen to music
Any more?
My Ain True Love.

Because, angel,
It stirs up everything,
Feelings, memories,
That I try to keep buried deep down.

And when I do …
Dare to put on a song,
It makes my heart
Ache too much.
C'est la vie.

Too many words
That remind me
Of losing. Deprivation.
Loss. Moving on.
Enough to be on your way.

And my carefully
Built-up outer shell
Gets shattered when
I listen to 'Home'.

And 'Back Where We Started'
Makes me want to put my
Head in my hands
And cry.
The unicorns are riding high.

But I can't turn it off,
Even though it's like
A knife slicing through soft butter.
Poetry and music. Bittersweet caress.
My heart burns with desire.

I need to feel the pain.
Even though I don't want to.
Because it's all
Too beautiful, too unfathomable.
I carry on, I carry on.

Life. Listen to the rain.
We both hear the same words.
That's why you want to cry now.
Even though you can't explain why.
My immortal.

A/N: Sorry ... emo moment. This is what happens when you decide to listen to the CD with your favourite songs on it.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
- Sting.

And Tina is Tina Dico. A great poet and singer. Google her and listen to her songs ... solo and with Zero7.