The end
Well friends Ryan and I broke up. And I can say that this is the worst feeling in the world. I feel so horrible right now. The worst part is when your heart actually hurts. A poem to sum up how I feel perhaps?
Come in - I've been expecting you,
There's a knock on the door and love walks through
it lights a fire and smiles a smile as though love were going to stay awhile.
The fire breathes and weaves its spell,
but then love runs out of lies to tell.
Love is restless, loves a flirt,
it has places to go and people to hurt.
So here's the shovel to smother the flame,
tomorrow you'll barely remember my name,
and i'll try to forget you my dearest one,
as a prisoner tries to forget the sun
Now life has no purpose love holds no charms,
since my beloved has left my arms.
I wish I could quantify the tears I will cry and the amount of hurt that I feel. I will now begin my new life with no one to really share it with.
Come in - I've been expecting you,
There's a knock on the door and love walks through
it lights a fire and smiles a smile as though love were going to stay awhile.
The fire breathes and weaves its spell,
but then love runs out of lies to tell.
Love is restless, loves a flirt,
it has places to go and people to hurt.
So here's the shovel to smother the flame,
tomorrow you'll barely remember my name,
and i'll try to forget you my dearest one,
as a prisoner tries to forget the sun
Now life has no purpose love holds no charms,
since my beloved has left my arms.
I wish I could quantify the tears I will cry and the amount of hurt that I feel. I will now begin my new life with no one to really share it with.