Jan 2015
You say you love me... Prove it
You say you want me... Fight for me
You say I'm beautiful... Show me I am
You say I'm ****... Compliment me
You say I turn you on... Make love to me
You say you don't want to leave... Then stop walking out
At the end of the day I'm left holding an empty heart full of air. A heart so lite that it floats away like a balloon that escaped a little girls hand. She cries for the balloon and she desperately wants it back, but she will never get it back. Once its gone, its gone.
You say you want me... Fight for me
You say I'm beautiful... Show me I am
You say I'm ****... Compliment me
You say I turn you on... Make love to me
You say you don't want to leave... Then stop walking out
At the end of the day I'm left holding an empty heart full of air. A heart so lite that it floats away like a balloon that escaped a little girls hand. She cries for the balloon and she desperately wants it back, but she will never get it back. Once its gone, its gone.
Loss of any kind hurts and the wounds are deep to say the least. Even when we know that once certain things are lost that we can't ever get them back, we still tell ourselves we can. The greatest pain can make the greatest hope.
