Something has died, and that thing is greater than what already lives.
For how long would you pick up broken glass that keeps shuttering? For how long would you place back the puzzle pieces of your heart? Do you fear to be loved? Are you afraid of my love? Or maybe you don’t want my love, as pure as it is. Why do you hide behind the covers of your smile? For how long would you trust in the beauty of your face to lead me astray? Why don’t you show me the places you hate? So I can shed my love on them.
What you regret is not what I regret. Don’t let this moment be what we regret.