Breaking a heart like you do isn't easy, you shattered it to a thousand pieces and each one fits through the eye of the finest needle. Then trod them into the floor, sprinkled the wound with salt. All with out knowing, batting a stary eye and saying you never will be loved. For that I have to commend you on your naivety and blindness, for that I died yesterday. My blood stains the floor my lifeless body hangs limp from the ceiling, but I qas told to march on. Fight the fight for good or bad, to never stubble with this burden though I may do. So I climbed from my dark grave, and here I am again to do it all over. And for some strange tormenting reason I still and will always love you.
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Letters To You
RomanceSometimes it's better to write things down than feel them pent up on the inside. Maybe you will understand these notes
