Called me three times today.
Hardly talked,
mostly we looked at each other's faces.
I adore him
but the silence was echoing inside my head
and I was restless to hang up.
My friend says
I'm the kind to make
love to the bad boys
and leave them.
I break both our hearts
in the process.
(I read somewhere "She looked at me softly; that's how she stabs souls." I suppose it is appropriate and the joke's on me.)
God. Breaking your own heart is so much easier than breaking someone else's. You capture that so well.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήthis is so true.It's horrible when two hearts break.xx
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήdreaming is believing