Love, just like a song..... when it breaks, a sad chord sings
but how is it tuned to happy things
One time i am loved, the next i am in space; alone!
Remember our lip dance under the canopy of the moonlight
The stars were our witnesses
The grass had blessed our bond
Yet a broken heart, a broken glass: so clear and so cruel.
Once broken, the best of glues can't mend the core of the heart.
Becareful of the toy you play with for it might just be something as delicate as a heart.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
Love, just like a song..... when it breaks, a sad chord sings
but how is it tuned to happy things
One time i am loved, the next i am in space; alone!
Remember our lip dance under the canopy of the moonlight
The stars were our witnesses
The grass had blessed our bond
Yet a broken heart, a broken glass: so clear and so cruel.
Once broken, the best of glues can't mend the core of the heart.
Becareful of the toy you play with for it might just be something as delicate as a heart.
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