Up Too Late
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jun 4, 2002
- Posts
- 492
Just as then so is it now,
When the heart bends beneath some
Unforeseen weight,
When you cannot carry the burden
Of your loneliness, and all
That you had hope in
And loved turns away,
The hands that once held your heart
Are no longer there. The heart that
Held your love has gone to love
Another.
...it seems to my that my only source of inspiration is a broken heart. Why can't birds and butterfies suffice.
This is a horrible state to be in, not good for the soul, the psyche, and body. But alas...the fates, the universe, they all seem to lead me in this direction.
When the heart bends beneath some
Unforeseen weight,
When you cannot carry the burden
Of your loneliness, and all
That you had hope in
And loved turns away,
The hands that once held your heart
Are no longer there. The heart that
Held your love has gone to love
Another.
...it seems to my that my only source of inspiration is a broken heart. Why can't birds and butterfies suffice.
This is a horrible state to be in, not good for the soul, the psyche, and body. But alas...the fates, the universe, they all seem to lead me in this direction.