If you were ever to cut my flesh open, I would bleed in broken dreams & love I failed to give. for all that I have not done consume me more than all of the things, I’ve done.
Love is like water; like a river crushing through the mountains to carve its own path. Love will make its own way but only if you have the courage to follow.
I keep you in my heart, like a dream unfulfilled. Like an incomplete wish. Like something I can crave but never have. Ever since the beginning of time, what has love been anyway? if not longing or heartbreak?
