In physics today,
we learnt about
the Limit of
Proportionality.
Beyond that point
something stretched
remains like that.
Stretched.
I think my
heart
has finally reached
those coordinates.
Its scarred
permanently.
Beyond repair.
Sure
I fix it
with glue and love,
I fix it.
And each time it
falls,
It breaks again.
Its naïve. It's young.
It's broken.
Its more pain than love.
Somedays it just
stops working.
It gives up.
But my heart
has learned to
fight.
It's got a shield
of indifference.
A chainmail of hate.
It's iron and stone.
But its caged
that way
Can't live that way.
So I let it be.
I let it go.
Some days, it doesnt
belong to me.
But it comes back
eventually.
Because my heart love me the most.
Love is Temporary, kid.
Forever doesnt exist.
__________________
The skies have opened up tonight.
Its raining.
Finally somebody understands.
my heart cries with the clouds
And Ive finally run out of glue.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
In physics today,
we learnt about
the Limit of
Proportionality.
Beyond that point
something stretched
remains like that.
Stretched.
I think my
heart
has finally reached
those coordinates.
Its scarred
permanently.
Beyond repair.
Sure
I fix it
with glue and love,
I fix it.
And each time it
falls,
It breaks again.
Its naïve. It's young.
It's broken.
Its more pain than love.
Somedays it just
stops working.
It gives up.
But my heart
has learned to
fight.
It's got a shield
of indifference.
A chainmail of hate.
It's iron and stone.
But its caged
that way
Can't live that way.
So I let it be.
I let it go.
Some days, it doesnt
belong to me.
But it comes back
eventually.
Because my heart love me the most.
Love is Temporary, kid.
Forever doesnt exist.
__________________
The skies have opened up tonight.
Its raining.
Finally somebody understands.
my heart cries with the clouds
And Ive finally run out of glue.
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