Hearts don’t break unless you let them; They often break because of love Love is a sweet and sour tonic; a potion of notions you’ve never dreamed of. Hearts are strong yet also fragile, by way of fortune or bad luck So if you never give your heart away, you’ll never have to pick the pieces up
Hearts come in all shapes and sizes; some are false and some are true And you can never be so certain if the same heart you know is the same heart you knew Some hearts are kind and always giving; some hearts are shy and beat at their own pace Some hearts are forever always living to put a smile on another’s face
Some hearts are trying their best to make it; some hearts are liars and some are dead Some are forlorn and look quite hungry; the soul inside remains unfed. Yes, often hearts can be quite messy, but if you’ve never picked the pieces up Then you’ve likely never given your heart away; you’ve likely never let it love.
Even the greatest of loves will break your ******* heart. But nothing Makes a heart like love either. Nothing even comes close.
If you asked me to tell where the ceiling ends and the walls begin, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. When I think about you everything blurs into black like an unkindness of ravens. And I— You are the only thing that ever crosses my mind as soon as dusk turns into night, and I could never tell you why. I like to think that just as birds know when to fly and time knows when to die, I was meant to love you.
When you are too afraid to tell someone "I love you" so you write a poem that dances around the subject