My fragile gold heart has only one peaceful and pretty place I like to go there sometimes Every time I go there, it seems to last an eternity It’s my majestic garden There are many flowerbeds there, each with their own sense of comfort There are roses whose cool petals caress against my porcelain skin Tulips whose bright colors bring light into my eyes Daisies who wind themselves in a flower crown on my head Even if I don’t feel like doing anything, I can always stare at the pretty seaside view The bright blue sky without a single cloud Against the clear and calm turquoise sea I think it’s beautiful But then, something always happens The same thing over and over again It happens way more often than I’d like A stormy wave comes crashing against the shore Echoing with not one but many voices One of them is my own Why do I listen every time? It ruins my perfect paradisaic garden I scurry away, since it's all I can do At the very edge of what used to be my beloved calming place I wait there, barely hanging on, just out of reach of the turmoil I’m helpless My only anchor of peace Gone Why does that sound strike the same fear into me When it happens so much? Every crystalline drop sharp as knives It’s refreshing coolness stings like thorns The garden is left dripping and soggy The plants no longer stand tall The rose petals are all washed away The bright tulips are all dampened and dulled The daisies are nowhere in sight The sky is dark and grey and stormy The sea is tossing back and forth, a mixture of black water and foamy, disturbed bubbles My fragile gold heart Why do I possess it? When it only brings pain whenever anyone, including myself, says something to bring me down?
