My Story My story is not about love. Its about you. Searching for the key of a prison That you make with your fact and reality. My story has two-parts, perfectly unbalanced, in this imperfectly balanced world. One part is too factual to let go. He remembers all the hurts. Asks me to hold on Before I trust, before I jump again. He worries Ill be heartbroken. Shows me the misery everywhere. Watches me breaking in despair. Cries with me - all his heart out. The other one is the stupid one. Hopelessly falls in love. Worships her silently. Let her see my hidden treasures, The reasons I cry, Details that make me chuckle. When she runs away with all my secrets - The fool makes me smile again. Promises me of a better tomorrow. Falls in love...yet again. You know what the irony is? No matter how hard I resist The stupid one always wins. My story is not about love. Its about you. If dreaming is living a lie, be it. Let a dream burn your prison down. Let the stupid one win.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 23:25:19 +0000
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