Boulevard of broken dreams

There can be a hundred ways of saying a thing But how loud do you speak to a stone-deaf heart? You may rain cats and dogs or shine the warmth of the sun But what is to melt this diamond jeweled bosom? Silence rings in the depths of my soul Pleasant memories have no meaningful existence anymore When you know that the core has been untruthful How do you trust the crust? Today, everything said and done feels unreal Wish I could get a glimpse of yesterday to steal Why don’t dreams ever dither? Then why in reality is it so bitter? prynka nov 06