Weird. Unaccounted for the lies and anger inside words.
Weird. How words can be felt.
Thump. A heartbeat or punch...or the sound of heartbreak in 5 letters.
Address. The issue at hand.
Hand. The former home of the heart.
Admit. I lost it, in fact I never had it.
Your Love. Different. Questionable. How we still hold hands...yet we fail to touch.
Feelings. Emotions. Flood me into rivers of tears. Call Noah. maybe he would help hold the house we've built on this foundation of heartbreak.
Solid. My heart shall forever be. Caring not how soft your voice is...or how light your skin is... or how heavy the load is of loving me.
We don't know what tomorrow holds, but I hope in destiny's arms I find myself holding your hand. We met momentarily yet our eyes had a lifetimes conversation. Dream well dream girl, life is full of surprises yet fails to be a party...I just hope you're more than just a gift of the present.
-#PaperChaseMemoirs-
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