Her voice was flat, like a barren desert of words and sounds. Her hair was a mess, with millions of different threads and tangles of brown curls. These aren't the things that made me attracted to her; it was her eyes, God her eyes. They gleamed with joy and tenderness and they made me feel like the safest person in the world when i looked into them. She was the most beautiful thing in the world; and I was head over heels in love. Unfortunatly, i was just another person to her. I can't blame her. I'm not the next Einstein; i'm not supermodel; i'm not a millionaire. She is a rare gem and i am just another ordinary rock.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
I know that you're happier without me but i didn't know what happy was until i met you.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
You broke my heart, and let the shattered pieces fall and scatter. Now i'm stuck sitting on the floor with some scotch tape and a glue stick trying to tape and glue every bit back together. But no matter how much tape i use or how many pieces i glue back together i know that one day im gonna see that corny little smile and its all gonna break again because i'm not the reason behind it. I just want you to know, if it was you sitting on that floor i would be the first person beside you trying to find those broken pieces of your heart. They say that bad things happen to great people, well baby you were the worst thing to happen to me so that must make me pretty ******* great.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC