People say that life is cyclical,
Day fades into night,
Then the sun rises again.
I think as life more like a chain.

Life is a chain of events,
Connected at one small point
Leading onto the next.
I think as life more like a chain.

Chains cannot be broken,
And therefore cannot be fixed.
Lives are not broken,
Merely tarnished or damaged.

Chains, like our lives,
Can be golden and expensive,
All are priceless, hold value,
But connect in a circle.

Our lives are like chains,
Each link merged to the next,
Some are imperfect or injured,
But all served a purpose once.

I love the way you say my name,
Like the first butterfly of spring,
A big wave in the sea,
Backwards somersaults on a trampoline.

My favourite song makes me cry,
Because it is so soundly beautiful,
That it is all my emotion, thoughts, hopes, reasons and visions,
Created, merged, formed into a 6 minute and 8 second symphony of magic.
And even though I have never been through what she had gone through,
Despite her writing being so close to heart,
I feel like I could be a part of it all.
I feel like I was right there,
I wrote the song with her,
Or I was in that relationship too
The three of us.
And it makes me want to cry with her when I get home from work on a Wednesday night.
Because somehow she will understand,
Like I understand her songs,
And we could write a song together about my relationships and how he makes me feel,
And it would be enchanting.

A young girl
Of 23
Once said that she was inspired to write an album
Thanks to the works of Neruda.
She said that it was the line,
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long".
And now she has inspired many others
To write albums, songs and poems
Because her songs are tragic melodies,
That make us laugh, cry and smile.
But the one that makes me feel everything at once,
The line that inspires me,
Like Neruda's line inspires her, reads,
"I feel you forget me, like I used to watch you breathe".
And although I haven't watched someone I love breathe,
Because I was wary that he wouldn't wake up,
This lyricist captures emotion and makes me feel like I have.
Now, somehow I know what it is like to be forgotten,
And what it is like to "watch your life in pictures".
There is something marvelously strange,
About how she manages to make me feel an emotion I have never felt,
Simply because, she knows how to write a song.

I feel like,
I have broken up with him in my mind.
Like,
if it was all on fantasy that turned real,
he would be asking for me back for the seventh time
And wondering how much more he could have torn it all up.
And even though every other time I told him that I couldn't go back to him,
After what he did,
He still comes back for more.
Because he loves me and he believes that he can win me back.
And I loved him once and we were happy,
And it was a masterpiece.