A warm heart that was once happy
A smile spread a cross the perfect lips
Lips that utter sweet words and gives the best advices yet.
A moment swept along of conflict and misunderstandings, poisoning life out of the warm heart turning it into an ice-cold rock, it now only pruduces bitterness, hurt and distress.
The perfect lips loose their sweet flavour as all they utter are words of a destroying nature.
A different heart recieves the bitterness and tears sting the eyes that refuse them an exit.
All that is left is a shuttered mirror in the shards of a beautiful girl/ handsome guy
A broken soul in tears licking its wounds like a dog hoping to heal its pains
Sharp words like razors and needles cut and pierce through a heart that only appealed for love. Maybe this love only exists in a place of nothingness where there is not a thing to offer, how then is it love? A question to which i still seek an answer.
Anything that looks like love or is branded closer to anything like love is a valued moment when it is shared
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