"Ignorance is bliss" they say.

One tap to the veil, a wonder lies beneath it.

A love dumped and buried grows, stronger.

And it's memories burn, indeed mightier than a burning flame.

Memories of a sweet ex taste much holier than a new found love.

While some have scripted endings of, "and he kissed the bride..."

Nature purposed us to become syllables of tragedies.

It feels better, Laika.
Watching the nóise die mute.
The night air cold and sweet.
And my heartbeats spelling your name.
Silence, tonight, tastes sweeter than rhythms and blues.
When loneliness walks beneath the stars,
It's the brightest of these days that will mirror the me in your dreams.

Now that her lips taste like comfort...
I sold my mind and,
Lost touch of reason and my within.
I made sense of the senses.
Murdered forever by her smiles,
I have fallen harder than fallin'.
In every kiss scripts of whispers blow;
"I am a pathetic victim of my emotions".

I broke a heart...
She cried so much, demons felt her sadness.
It's better this way, it's the only way I could ever get to you.
Dear future wife...
But what If you become my next victim?
I'm a ferocious wolf racing your pass.
Stop me and fix me, before we meet.

The one soul we become when nights are this cold...
The strength we become when we bath in each other's weaknesses...
The love we dance to when get lost in each other's smiles...
My baby love, I'm hopeful that tonight
Ed Sheeran will find us and say
You and I are one soul in two bodies
You and I, are perfectly, his songs alive

I loved the sound my heart made when it broke
---like a sweet harp lullaby so i danced

I am addicted the memory of her scream; "I don't need you anymore"
---sounded so lovely

I melted at the cracking sensation of my ice cold lips
---when her warmth walked away

The hell smell of my burning soul when she walked away felt nice

So, my lady love...

Would you break my heart for me too,
Please?

Her depression is a whisper: 'You aint good enough Beckie'

Its a look in the mirror, 'n' all she sees is nature's worst mistake

So she's found caged from time-travelling to her greener planets

Coz her depression is an album of torn pictures of Cupid's ******

Wakes up one morning 'n'  just bundles herself in the corner

Its a feeling of a cold liquid trail on her cheeks 'Oh, i am crying', for no reason

Its her untraveled lonesome whisper that kisses her apart

And she gets to hear the clock tick and lazily sing on the wall;

...sings of the goodbyes she said without reasons at all...

So sometimes she just wants to pull her heart outta her rib cage and...

throw it away simply coz she can do without it

Coz her depression is a silent hormonal war