Friday, April 29, 2011

lies and illusions

as i read the love letters of great men, Beethoven,Voltaire,Napolean..
inspiring words flow through my veins..

- such a silly insignificant thing in this day and age
and yet i find myself yearning for it..
that deep connection that only words can create.

yet so many small shattered pieces of my dull heart lay on this floor.
romance does not exsist.
love does not exsist.
-not in my world.
oh how i wish it did. I wish it could

but he ruined the chances of that.
he took my heart and ripped it apart right in front of my face and fed it to the wolves.
revealing the truth only made everythin seem like a lie.

no,romance,love-thats an old wives tale

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