I never thought a broken heart could still feel so much pain… As time abates the life out of me, a second at a moment, I begin to fall apart. Everything now made sense…
A part of me died, while another part of me understood her choice. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t hurt as bad… But still, a broken heart should just remain brokened… Like a broken mirror, the more you try to piece them together, the more cuts you get…
Sleepless nights and endless sorrow, a soul inveigle into believing that love still exists was killed by its own reverie. For it should have never loved again… Because without surmising the thought of a happy ending, it will never be contused again.
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