Pen and paper sing, making a melody beating along to my broken hearts beat. They bleed through these pages a crimson color of our love singing again the song of brokenness. Singing the sad words of the love that looked never ending, but ended. Singing the words of my hopeless eyes looking into your deep brown eyes ever so alive. They have a song about your soft lips as they kiss mine, and how you crawled between my legs whispering sweet nothings into my ear. The lowest I've ever come came from the feelings you gave me- the highest I've ever been. Saddest thing if God came and gave me a choice a simple choice. Either choose you and meet you all over again live through it all, the feelings and now this heartbreak. Not do anything differently knowing how this would end, or to simply never meet you, never feel your love or this heartache. I would pick you and this heartbreak all over again.
YOU ARE READING
Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
RomanceI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
