If you look at the sky, no matter how far your eyes try to look at the vast sky, it's infinite and so is my love for you. Infinite , unfathomable and beautiful you tell me you want a story these are my stories to you my love this is my soul for now i write for you of you
I love you so much and that's the only thing that will always make sense to me
People tend to ruin everything beautiful they can't get. Their blackened hearts strewn with darkness like the stinky moss covering the rocks at the sea try to counterfeit the comfort they aren't lucky enough to feel by the satisfaction of seeing others as miserable as them.
They tend to demolish the bricks that never made them a home while the other souls found home in each other. They can't stand the warmth between two hearts while their hands and hearts and everything is cold. Their eyes are glued to the serenity in the eyes of two people whose happiness lies in each other. Seeing people breathe light while they suffocate in the prison of unrequited love creates torrents in their hearts.Look closely how these jealous souls try to adorn their lips with the smiles stolen from the people's lips whose loyalty with someone they can't stand. They try to lighten their bones by putting the weight of their heavy hearts on someone else. They try to break a love that never breaks and fight dauntlessly to break hearts by breeding hatred and misunderstandings for they can't deal with the fact that they're themselves failing at life. Little do they know sincerity doesn't break by something this hollow , this insecure , this superficial. They burn in the fire they lit for others. They feel dead when they see life in other people and they feel the need to destroy it for the same reason a homeless child wishes to destroy the big beautiful mansions.
I love you so much and that's the only thing that will always make sense to me
People tend to ruin everything beautiful they can't get. Their blackened hearts strewn with darkness like the stinky moss covering the rocks at the sea try to counterfeit the comfort they aren't lucky enough to feel by the satisfaction of seeing others as miserable as them.
They tend to demolish the bricks that never made them a home while the other souls found home in each other. They can't stand the warmth between two hearts while their hands and hearts and everything is cold. Their eyes are glued to the serenity in the eyes of two people whose happiness lies in each other. Seeing people breathe light while they suffocate in the prison of unrequited love creates torrents in their hearts.Look closely how these jealous souls try to adorn their lips with the smiles stolen from the people's lips whose loyalty with someone they can't stand. They try to lighten their bones by putting the weight of their heavy hearts on someone else. They try to break a love that never breaks and fight dauntlessly to break hearts by breeding hatred and misunderstandings for they can't deal with the fact that they're themselves failing at life. Little do they know sincerity doesn't break by something this hollow , this insecure , this superficial. They burn in the fire they lit for others. They feel dead when they see life in other people and they feel the need to destroy it for the same reason a homeless child wishes to destroy the big beautiful mansions.
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