ShazzPrincesa

I walked under the bridge, where the silver Willow weeps. In the murky water, I saw my soul, fast asleep. The reflection was dark with a single glimmer. The heart I gave away, broken by a sinner. Shards of faceted beauty and pain danced in the stream. I recalled each break as if I was caught in a vivid dream. Did it matter how I felt when all he did was left. My worth shattered to keep him whole. Will I ever know the truth, will my tears stay deaf. Can I be beautiful again, will I ever be bold.

I have never been on a cocaine-high, I've never really seen pink elephants in the sky, But one thing I have seen is the look in his eyes. The excitement, the allure of it all. The thrill of the chase, the glory in the fall. The arrogance of his insecurities in the way he walks tall. His eyes glow somberly across his face. His smile can't help but creep up, just in case. He's always up for it, both hands on her lace. He looks for salvation in her soul. The deeper he goes, the less he wants to know. All he wants is this feeling of what could be love. All he gets is satisfaction of another broken heart.