I was blinded by the word "Love".
Like entering a world full of sparks.
I remembered the time when they try to pull me out,
But I was to stubborn to stop.
I didn't listen to their advices,
I never gave any second glance.
I offered my heart,
As a ticket to a place I thought would last.
One day, everything shattered in front of me.
I tried to fix things but never succeed.
I plead to give me a seconde chance,
But was not granted.
I was like a child being thrown out of a house,
Looking for a place to hide,
When the storm arrive.
I cried in the corner,
Waiting for him to rescue me.
But he never did.
I walk.
I run.
But then, this time they pulled me again,
Back to the reality I thought I will never see again.
They saved me from the depths of the dark hole I created for myself.
Slowly, I'm trying to fix myself,
patching up the fragments left broken somewhere.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
I was blinded by the word "Love".
Like entering a world full of sparks.
I remembered the time when they try to pull me out,
But I was to stubborn to stop.
I didn't listen to their advices,
I never gave any second glance.
I offered my heart,
As a ticket to a place I thought would last.
One day, everything shattered in front of me.
I tried to fix things but never succeed.
I plead to give me a seconde chance,
But was not granted.
I was like a child being thrown out of a house,
Looking for a place to hide,
When the storm arrive.
I cried in the corner,
Waiting for him to rescue me.
But he never did.
I walk.
I run.
But then, this time they pulled me again,
Back to the reality I thought I will never see again.
They saved me from the depths of the dark hole I created for myself.
Slowly, I'm trying to fix myself,
patching up the fragments left broken somewhere.
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