I hate u at least I think I do memories of your flaws I say goodbye to our relationship was a war, filled with love bombing, high walls, and gore our relationship was a chore, never effortless always depressing when I remember your rejection better than anything when you dropped my hand, the way you shifted sands around different people, I really believed you but our love met the grim reaper you kept yourself like a secret and I was a thrill-seeker you were scared, I was fearless I held you dear, you were tearless so I hate u at least I think I do memories of your flaws I am haunted by memories of all the times, I wished for, I deserved more I outpoured just to no remorse you were always ready to drop me to protect you you were always ready to knock me to suggest you were little Mr. Perfect and that this was worth it but you weren't worth these hands, these tears, my heart you weren't worth it from the ending, middle, or start it is reflected in my art that I hate u
The Physics of Love Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal pulling me toward her with more force than her mass. Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump. My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my first love
In episode 4 of the drama Goblin, Kim Shin reads the book May the Stars Carry Your Sadness Away. The scene below shows him reciting the poem as she is walking towards him. It’s a beautiful poem that connects what he feels at the current moment. credit: Kim In Yook
There are many doors we all walk through every day; Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason, The door is unavoidable and it is always the season. A never ending end, Never been a friend; Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts. Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black. If there was a way to never see Death again, Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is. Some say it is to raise kids; Some say it is to accomplish dreams. My reasons are the same as many other opinions; Opinions are ten a penny. People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess; But you cannot know until it is the end, Of the bitter sweet symphony show. The show must go on! Surely this is not the last song? We need an encore for life; We need to have hope before we are gone.