Sewn hems of tattered love-stories coat the bitter image of hate, whitewashing it to appear beautiful once more.
Tear streaked pages of long forgotten tales offer solace for those whose "i love you's" have forever been erased from their hearts, a missing composition always looking to borrow endearment from fictitious lovers.
Eyes that held oceans, allowing you to float, may now leave you momentarily lonely. Tsunamis always recede before the first wave strikes.
You get to drown in your own emotions while watching lovers float by, utterly exultant. The weight of your heart increases, and you find yourself wondering if perhaps it would be best to rest with the fishes?
Becoming a fisherman's tale of a mesmeric girl who loved romances so much, it inevitably ruined her.
