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A drink to my heartbreak, A toast to this despair, The break of a fall, The stunt of the dare. She was a beautiful mistake, A princess of the dawn, For this heart was unaware, Her love couldn't be won. The injustice of this tale, Served by my soul The ships have all sailed, While I am alone at the shore. The claps of the audience, Don't muse me with awe, The wind of the soul, Don't move me this late, She was a sun in the sky, The gift of the infinite, While I am a dust in this land, The enslaved seconds of the minute. But then I realised, I never told her how I feel, I cried in this foolishness, The hidden truth as the shades conceal. But I fear she will say no, No to my faith. I was a feather in this storm, A green leaf as the autumn bathe. Why the existence of pain in love? Isn't it supposed to be a victory, Well I was made a fool, The heartbreak of the century. So I ran with this fear, That this story would be of pain, For I confessed her the words, While she was dancing in the rain. And when she was about to proclaim I woke to this windowed sunrise, Shaping the shadows at the ceiling, To see it was a beautiful dream.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
A drink to my heartbreak
A drink to my heartbreak, A toast to this despair, The break of a fall, The stunt of the dare. She was a beautiful mistake, A princess of the dawn, For this heart was unaware, Her love couldn't be won. The injustice of this tale, Served by my soul The ships have all sailed, While I am alone at the shore. The claps of the audience, Don't muse me with awe, The wind of the soul, Don't move me this late, She was a sun in the sky, The gift of the infinite, While I am a dust in this land, The enslaved seconds of the minute. But then I realised, I never told her how I feel, I cried in this foolishness, The hidden truth as the shades conceal. But I fear she will say no, No to my faith. I was a feather in this storm, A green leaf as the autumn bathe. Why the existence of pain in love? Isn't it supposed to be a victory, Well I was made a fool, The heartbreak of the century. So I ran with this fear, That this story would be of pain, For I confessed her the words, While she was dancing in the rain. And when she was about to proclaim I woke to this windowed sunrise, Shaping the shadows at the ceiling, To see it was a beautiful dream.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
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