Didn't you know that a damaged heart is more fragile than a old vase or just the crystal? Any desepction could broke it in a million of parts and they have to patch it again, again, and again.
I'm crying because you (and without you), explain to me. Why this deseption is doomed to me? Well... if you're sorry of it (cause you did it)... don't look back; the cut already was done, the gun already was shooted. This is the sadlest goodbye letter, the false broken love history, the fairytale didn't have a happy ending. You destroyed my soul. Are you happy enough now? So go and enjoy how my heart bleeds on the floor, the blood going to your feet... can't you feel it?
About two months ago:
I'd like to be a piano in order you compose the best melodies on me ...this was what you said to me the day after blind me with your brown eyes. So bright but so dark as the bottom room. Is confused feeling this. Your head's stars're around me now and i'm annoyed. I just want happiness and confidence but the walls are close and the sound goes out, it's more than that... 'Cause the harmony is hidden in your hands. Come with me and let's compose Music, unique sounds, unique noise, our noise. Strophes and love. Get away and get back singing to me. Make me feel a friction in my heart, be my piano, play my music.
By Macarena
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