a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
If I have more than one life, I would definitelydedicate this one entirely to you." - MAGNETIC REVERIE
Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked.His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it.should I?Maybe not...
Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It m...
When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out.
Percy let me go, she croaked. You can't pull me up. Never
But hers was a strange heart, sad in its very nature, and she could never weep and ease it as other women do, for her tears never brought her comfort.
Witch, do this for me,Find me a moonmade of longing.Then cut it sliver thin,and having cut it,hang it highabove my beloved's house,so that she may look uptonightand see it,and seeing it, sigh for meas...
From midnight to 4: 00 AM is the loneliest time in the world. Because for those of us too sad to sleep, the only thing we have to look at is an empty bed, and the only thing we have to think of is eve...
Its not just your truth, Its my bad too...
I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?
if it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time...
Dedicandote estos versos, una pulsera vieja, con tu nombre al reverso.I dedicate these verses, an old bracelet with your name on the back.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.
Rather than crying & craving for those who left our path during dark moments of our life, lets spend some time to thank them who stood and helped us to pass those dark paths.
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She w...
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
One of the symptoms of having a broken-heart is the fact that even ghosts will give up on the hope of scaring you as you have already lived through your worst fear.