sometimes I wish broken hearts could be seen with the naked eye, like how you see flesh wounds and plaster. Maybe if her pain was visible, he could finally see that he is without excuse for all the damage he caused her.
i have not seen you nor heard your sweet words forever it seems and though the sun shines above in a blue and verdant sky all is dark and cold to me my only light is memory but do not worry for me for i will survive and heal and i will never forget the love you gave me
She cycled with me and we chatted so merrily I was eighteen and she was sixteen Down the hill and across the meadow so freely The flowers waved to us--life was beautiful and pristine.
'I'll love you forever ' she did say The words echoed through the air But too soon after to a foreign land she sailed away I wrote sadly in my diary--' Love is so cruel and unfair'.
Time opens up a misty past Like a river life silently glided along How many first-loves did ever last Despite love’s first ecstatic song?
This painting touches my heart so deeply But no tears fill my weary eyes Old age is but compassion and sympathy When the heart is sure and youthful passion dies.
It bothers me the way she looks at you The way she makes you laugh The way you ignore me when I walk by And that you never called me back
It bothers me you don’t like my pictures anymore Or that you know her fathers name It bothers me you don’t shave your stache Because she’ll love you just the same
It bothers me that I kept your number After you obviously deleted mine It bothers me I still wear your shirt to sleep Or that you never asked if I was fine
It bothers me we don’t hang out Or that I didn’t see us through But what bothers me the most Is that it doesn’t bother you