sexta-feira, 8 de novembro de 2013

Heart Break?

Broken hearts...

I hate that expression
But not because it's too cliché or because it just naturally tends to sound cheesy
But because it is an understatement

We've all had love in our lives
Be it true love or a temporary attraction, it has always been there
In that sense, we all know what it is like when that love fades
It vanishes
Dies out

And as it came so unexpectedly through the thin and sharp space between your door
It flies on back out, and the wind swiftly but surely carries it away

And you're left feeling hopeless
You fall back to square one
And theres not much you can do but to take it
Hit after hit
After hit
After hit


And honestly, my heart breaks made me better
Yes they did do more than just break a heart
They confused me
They rotted my senses
They cursed my nights with insomnia
They rules the empire of my dreams
They sucked away the colors
They dimmed the light

But where would I be?
Where would we be if love was so perfect?

Because the concept of love evades us
From our condition
From our way of life
Because we dwell infinitely in the images of true love cast upon us by the movies, or the books, or the music
Never once have we stopped in our tracks
Looked at ourselves and thought
"True love isnt true until it suffers the truth"

And true love is never true unless you feel that heart break...

... heart break ...
God I still hate that expression...

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