My heart is broken
torn in two
my world fell apart
all because of you
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
My knight and *SHINING* armor turned out to be a LOSER in aluminum foil...
How come whenever i think I'm standing strong, you somehow pull me back down
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
They say that you can't lie to yourself, well I told myself I wouldn't fall in love with you...and here I am
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Every night i ask god to make me feel nothing but love ,but if you really think about it love is nothing but pain
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
torn in two
my world fell apart
all because of you
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
My knight and *SHINING* armor turned out to be a LOSER in aluminum foil...
How come whenever i think I'm standing strong, you somehow pull me back down
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
They say that you can't lie to yourself, well I told myself I wouldn't fall in love with you...and here I am
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Every night i ask god to make me feel nothing but love ,but if you really think about it love is nothing but pain
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
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