I can hear my heart,
As it cries so hard.
Broken and torn,
Still keep holding on.
It’s empty yet too heavy,
Too much load maybe.
Trying so hard to be ok,
Though it hurts every single day.
My poor heart weeps,
As your love begins to fade.
In the silence of me,
I can feel the pain inside my heart and its killing me…
My heart breaks,
My tears leak.
My dreams are shattering,
My head goes heavier.
No goodbye,
Not even a single try.
Yet it seems to be the ending,
When the feelings arent the same.
I have loved you,
Would still be so in to you.
Nothing will change,
Even if you make me feel that I am so damn broken…. 😦
We’ve had that kind of love,
A burning hot like summer sun.
The sound of each heart beats,
Were like racing and rushing ocean waves.
We’ve heard songs of love floating in the air,
Melodies gently soothing right into each ears.
We’ve shared precious moments back then,
A one of a kind love affair.
True love I thought it had been,
Guess I was wrong cause you left my heart so broken.
You walked out of my life,
Just when you’ve became the center of my desires.
Seasons come and go and do change,
Now my tears are like raindrops falling during spring.
Clouds are heavily hanging above me,
As my views are becoming dull and hazy.
Savoring the emptiness of each and every corner,
You ‘ve left me nothing but hurt and pain.
Like a withered leaf falling in an autumn breeze,
Torn into pieces and shattered like ashes.
Memories of those days we’ve had,
Are now nightmares keep hunting my weary heart.
The love that had given me reason to breath,
Was something that I shouldn’t had wished.
A burning summer like love I’ve known,
Is now as cold as an ice and a melting snow.
We all have that point, that very boiling point.
That moment of truth, when you can’t hold down your force.
Tempers rising, makes world go smaller.
Anger and madness, is about to explode.Angels are not us, though we can.pretend as ones.
Still there’s this moment of time, we all lose thos angelic lines.
Hell yeah we can’t just let it go, and just forget the drama.Boiling point, that very point.
When you want to crash their.bones and.joints.
Hit their face with magical fist, that paints shades of violets and reds.
How you wished to kick some ass, of someone who makes you mad.
Boiling point you can’t be that, you seemed that fun its not that.bad.
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