A heart that has been crushed...
A heart that has grown cold..
When burned even in the strongest flames (of love),
it would remain cold and unburned...
But, by chance and by choice,
In the right time,
The touch of the right one...
can set it on fire again.
Slowly it starts to beat weakly,
Slowly the ice melts,
Slowly it heals,
pumping stronger by each minute.
The rush of warm love gives it new life...
And you feel it.
The warmth of emotion,
of blood rushing,
filling each dead space,
mending each piece.
No matter how hard you try to fight it,
as it grows stronger each day,
you know there is no turning back
And that's what SCARES me...
=shine=
No comments:
Post a Comment