I’m sorry I broke your heart. Your love is a storm I can no longer partake in. As you nurse the heart I broke ; you will see it sing again. And slowly your heart will realize that it was better off without me. And I apologize for holding it in the first place.
God, am I only a subject of birth, maturation and decay?
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I hope that in spite everything, you still believe that at the end of the day love is the most important thing. Whatever, whoever or wherever it is, I hope you find it.
In the very beginning of what I’d call the end, I am brought alone to a ghastly place far away from my home.
I’m very aware of the consequences of my delirious nature and I also know that I’m yet another human subject to a grave stone.
In the very beginning of what I’d call hope, I have found despair in the corner of my heart where your hands couldn’t reach.
If I have to choose what I’d want to be today, I would choose to be numb and bring silence to my speech.
In the very beginning when I’d expect myself to be brave, I have found fear, the one that’s insisting to stay.
Amongst all odds, all macabre, all dread and all dark, my eyes beg to pray.
In the very beginning of when I thought I would live a little longer, I am dying at a slow pace, a morbid character at display.
And in my final moments when i’m expected to lie down in fabric and sleep, here I am lonely and flying away.
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