Category Archives: Heartbroken
Read all about it
I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home. I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs. I can’t read
Read all about it
I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home. I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs. I can’t read
Love = (You x Me)^2
I think that you can define love. You can define it by not defining it. You just describe everything that’s linked to it. Love is that person whom you want to wake up to. The one you lie next to
Love = (You x Me)^2
I think that you can define love. You can define it by not defining it. You just describe everything that’s linked to it. Love is that person whom you want to wake up to. The one you lie next to
PTSD
My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s
PTSD
My heart physically hurts I feel the ache in my chest It greets me in the morning and puts me to bed at night I try to sleep, to escape the pain But my head just won’t shut up It’s
And all because the way you say my name is different
I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise
And all because the way you say my name is different
I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips The one that you live for and that slowly kills you I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear And watch your hair rise
In ash, on a windy day
You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other
In ash, on a windy day
You still didn’t write Or do you, just for him? Is he keeping you busy? Does it take up too much of your time or his to do something you enjoy? Do you at least read though? Perhaps something other
It’s up to you, not fate
The clichés have become cliché I didn’t lose the friend I always wanted I didn’t lose that friend that I loved No dear, you stripped that away
It’s up to you, not fate
The clichés have become cliché I didn’t lose the friend I always wanted I didn’t lose that friend that I loved No dear, you stripped that away
Time is not kind to the heartbroken
I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken
Time is not kind to the heartbroken
I lay in bed at night, hugging my pillow And I picture that it’s someone hugging me back I count the days which turn into months which feel like years Time is not kind to the heartbroken
LITTLE TALKS 