In my sleep I have my nightmares, awake I have my thoughts, I am not sure which is worse.
Love is breathing each other with all madness
You can't sweep something broken into a bag and call it whole. It takes repair.
There are some moments you won't completely heal from, those rare ones you will take torn open to the grave but throughout all the big moments that shake you up there will be countless tiny experience...
I'm a mess right now I can't eat can't sleepBills are piling high ain't worked in three weeksAin't bathed can't shave cause my heart is so tender like living in a blenderI'm shaken and I'm stirred
A broken heart is not a broken glass
True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.No, I don't want to fall in love (This world is only gonna break your heart)No, I don't want to fall...
He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart
Love has turned to be a sad tragedy of my life even we both are alive
Relation is when each have Same words to speak, Conversation will be Awesome.
A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it bac...
A Salute to our Journey's End! Good Riddance.
I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love
True love will break you, it devotes to break your beat up, broken heart awaiting to repair and align you to your true purpose.
Ummmm hi" and my broken heart twitches in an attempt to start beating again
The thing is that when you find true love it lives on, No matter if you two seperate but the love stays alive, broken, gasping for breath, love and affection, but in agony, waiting for everything to e...
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?
Good part about life is everyone is broken...