- Last Record: 2013-05-13 19:20:44 +0100
- Joined: May 02, 2011
We fall in love when our poor heart rejoices.
Love ranges from tenderness to bittersweet.
Mixed emotions stemmed from mixed drinks.
I'm writing about the heart on my sleeve.
It's been rolled up because of how long, I've been afraid.
To search and find a counterpart, "the woman of my dreams".
To share with her years of my life before I keep a coffin, company.
I'm tearing up my love letters.
I'm burning all the keepsakes.
You didn't honor and respect me.
But I didn't deserve the adoration.
I was young and insecure.
Worried to death without you here.
But I've learned to ripen on my own.
I'm writing about those teeth grinding nights.
Your fears take a hold of you, conquering love.
But then you wake up sober, realizing the mistake.
Lift off your shame and find you couldn't be happier.