She knows but no one else does

I marked my body with symbols deep of our love, a code only we shared she marked hers with my number "74" she wore, circles for each of us children too. I chose a key, she'd unlocked a heart I never knew I wear "14364". She has a keyhole on her hip meaning so deep and now does it mean anything to her but ink in skin she wishes not to keep, perminate even if covered. I will wear mine to my grave together with my box of things she forgot to put the parts of my heart in. No colors gay, she chose to stare at the mirror because real life was too bright. Year Slater I cry winding if I'll ever know before I die.

We are recycled of heart broken by time forgotten and replayed searching for happiness

I k we I was having fun but what I didnt know in my life was a connection so deep, finding my other half in a fiery painfully obsessed beautiful woman with a past to drown your soul.

Want is the enemy of happiness. Live and love easily, want too much or hold to tight and happiness will slip away to an unknown own place. Maybe in the next life we will meet again, It couldnt have been chance.

Now is all there is, we can not retrieve the past or recycle it.

Heatbreak can change your life