samedi 9 juillet 2016

Everlasting love is ever-dying.

Here's to little me who dreamt of new horizons. She thought her wings were trapped in a space too small for them.
Here's to little me who didn't want to fly. She was sound asleep in protective arms.
Here's to little me who got thrown in the void. Her dreams torn apart. Her future vanishing away.
Here's to stupid little me who didn't know better than allowing herself to hope, and got her heart crushed twice.

I've been so low before, but life has never felt so devoid of purpose. 
I have never felt so empty.


4 commentaires:

  1. Like Aléthia said. Take all the time you need to heal your wounds and your heart.
    To find yourself again.
    And then, after the pain, after the darkness, when the scars will start to appear…

    “From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”

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    1. Tu sais quoi, je vais recopier ces lignes et les afficher dans mon nouvel appart quand je l'aurai. Merci pour tes mots ♥

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