Time spent
Love built just to be broken
But aren’t hearts closed just to be opened?
Another day
With words left unspoken
And you?
You’re focused
On chasing empty emotions
Hurting and taking
Welcome to my lesson:
The art of breaking
Just one glance
Is all it took
You stole my heart
I was hooked
Added me to your little black book
Then took me for a ride
My heart
I left unprotected,
On my sleeve, now feels neglected
Thrown on the table were all my fears
You did your collecting, then disappeared
I was naked in mind and rejected
By one to whom I felt so connected.
Time to hide
Embrace the aching
This, my friend, is the art of breaking.
Break out the tissues
It’s time to cry
Pour out your heart to some weird passerby
You’re being suffocated
by your thoughts and their lies
“It happens, it’s life”
Quotes that mean to help, but don’t
Grasp the hopelessness, feel alone
Your life you begin forsaking
Now you know the art of breaking.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
Time spent
Love built just to be broken
But aren’t hearts closed just to be opened?
Another day
With words left unspoken
And you?
You’re focused
On chasing empty emotions
Hurting and taking
Welcome to my lesson:
The art of breaking
Just one glance
Is all it took
You stole my heart
I was hooked
Added me to your little black book
Then took me for a ride
My heart
I left unprotected,
On my sleeve, now feels neglected
Thrown on the table were all my fears
You did your collecting, then disappeared
I was naked in mind and rejected
By one to whom I felt so connected.
Time to hide
Embrace the aching
This, my friend, is the art of breaking.
Break out the tissues
It’s time to cry
Pour out your heart to some weird passerby
You’re being suffocated
by your thoughts and their lies
“It happens, it’s life”
Quotes that mean to help, but don’t
Grasp the hopelessness, feel alone
Your life you begin forsaking
Now you know the art of breaking.
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