When you're dreaming with a broken heart The waking up
is the hardest part.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart The giving up
is the hardest part.
Dreaming With A Broken Heart - John Mayer ♫
The perfect is not interesting. The situations of our day to day I checked. If everything is under control and all follow the rules, what about the excitement and adrenalin of what is morally wrong?
every day when I woke dreaming awake. Perhaps some think that true love has to maintain the illusion. That's perfect. But you do not. The truth was I libre. It was something new to learn, something new to say, a new form of love. Believing that you knew to live, lived in a world that does not exist. As I hit mirrors, because they gave me no truths and dreams.
With the first words of routine, I saw in your eyes so I thought I needed. I did not see a color. I saw a glow. Caracas saw blue skies and freshly cut grass green, red and yellow fury of forgiveness. We said with our eyes, what words could never express. It's hard not to believe in destiny when someone looks at you that way. That's perfect. But you do not. I wanted to see you, without walls and through thorns. More than colors and expectations. Needed brightness.
And never let you go, only changinghand. Temieras wanted to avoid, I wanted to leave you breathless, I wanted to speak your truth without my lips trembling. But recognizing the lies in my truths and truths in my lies. I wanted to burn the entire city, only to see the light. I wanted to take whatever they want me. I wanted to fall in love many times, all of you. I wanted so many things that fate did not recognize.
But anything is worth trying, if only you try the pieces do not fit. It was like looking for the sun and find only a small flame. So you're not perfect, but nobody wants to perfect, continue running wild until you find someone to run wild with me, who hear the words unspoken and the spoken. Because it's insane to think that lovewho hurts us, but even more crazy is to believe that hurts us, loves us. Xoxo
B * PS: This is me, Letting You Go ...
Pic: The World Is Mine by patrycjanna .
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