Monday, September 27

Don't lie of a broken heart .


You don't die
of a broken heart,
you only wish you did.
To die for love...
what could be more glorious?
The heart is the only
broken instrument that works.
When it comes to
affairs of love and hurt,
you have to wait for your heart
to learn what your
head already knows,
then you can break free
I was born
when you kissed me.
I died
when you left me.
I lived a few weeks
while you loved me.
You know the feeling
when the world collapses
and the heart explodes.
My heart bleeds no more.
Now it's been turned to stone...

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