These wounds are healing quickly, as is my heart. But I will never forget the day our love was at a start. I loved the way you said my name in the sun and in the rain, all of this though, now causes me great pain. I heard the words “the end” and could never handle myself again. I struck the knife against my soul and heard no word following your swift flee. I never knew you wanted to leave, making my heart wilt like a plucked rose. It showed me true love cannot grow from stones. Cold heartless words are all we now exchange; I thought we would never be estranged. Your words once brought life, now all it breathes is strife. I’m living with no words to express my decomposed soul.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
These wounds are healing quickly, as is my heart. But I will never forget the day our love was at a start. I loved the way you said my name in the sun and in the rain, all of this though, now causes me great pain. I heard the words “the end” and could never handle myself again. I struck the knife against my soul and heard no word following your swift flee. I never knew you wanted to leave, making my heart wilt like a plucked rose. It showed me true love cannot grow from stones. Cold heartless words are all we now exchange; I thought we would never be estranged. Your words once brought life, now all it breathes is strife. I’m living with no words to express my decomposed soul.
