There's something so beautifully melancholy about falling in love;
Knowing at the end there is only pain
and bravely trekking on anyways -
hoping it will be worth it in the end.
It could last years or months,
hours or only minutes -
Sometimes only seconds pass before a heart is shattered
and sometimes it seems like mere seconds
as a lifetime of love has come and gone.
Take in the moments while you can;
Worn out jeans and goofy faces,
all those hellos without goodbyes
and the way their eyes saw straight into your soul -
So that when faded paint is all that's left to remember
and the faint smell of cigarettes and **** is what tucks you in at night
you remember that these sacrifices are needed to make you feel alive.
Remember there wouldn't be good days without bad ones
and that you've survived so much before-
This too will soon just be another item on that list
Remember to keep living when there's nothing left to live for
and to love when the word's definition has been lost.
Remember, remember, remember -
to breathe when the skies fall around you
Because there is no high note in death,
no crescendo nor standing ovation,
no authors note nor sequel.
Remember to keep breathing.
You'll go mad but you'll pull through.
Learn to feel and love again,
find someone new to hold and give your heart to
knowing it will be smashed into a million pieces...
But I'd rather die a thousand deaths
before I never loved again.