I now know why they call it heart break.
The way it makes your chest ache,
and your hands shake.
With sorrow or rage, that's to be determined by your sadness.
Hopefully I'll also learn to just get past it.
I can try to just mask it,
that heartache from a heart break,
the one that makes your hands shake and keeps you awake,
a feeling you can't fake.
How much more of this can I take, I'm not sure.
I thought the feeling was so pure, and it all ended in a blur
just like those stars above my head, the radiance from our feelings gleamed but the source was long dead.
I couldn't make you happy and I'm sorry.
I miss you like I miss those nights of bright skies, beautiful and starry.
Ignore my cries and sever our ties, it's for the best.
To me, you were better than the rest.
Actually, you still are.
All I can do now is praise you from afar
like a bright
shining
star
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
I now know why they call it heart break.
The way it makes your chest ache,
and your hands shake.
With sorrow or rage, that's to be determined by your sadness.
Hopefully I'll also learn to just get past it.
I can try to just mask it,
that heartache from a heart break,
the one that makes your hands shake and keeps you awake,
a feeling you can't fake.
How much more of this can I take, I'm not sure.
I thought the feeling was so pure, and it all ended in a blur
just like those stars above my head, the radiance from our feelings gleamed but the source was long dead.
I couldn't make you happy and I'm sorry.
I miss you like I miss those nights of bright skies, beautiful and starry.
Ignore my cries and sever our ties, it's for the best.
To me, you were better than the rest.
Actually, you still are.
All I can do now is praise you from afar
like a bright
shining
star
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