forbiddenlove

Your frail lips now grown cold let out your innermost emotions as I watch through the blur that are my eyes. It's a cycle of which I was told to grow accustomed to; Regurgitated lies and recycled love. Promises already broken as we're lead down a path of which pleases no soul, yet we run. We run as if to find happiness or to find some sort of exit. Well, we must have missed the warning sings, about a heartbreak up the road. Our journey began, assuming the brilliancy we were about to uncover, we stumbled on arguments, severe or not, we never figured they'd be of any importance. Nonetheless, there were no breaks, no pauses or no time whatsoever to take a breather and count down the days we'd lasted. No, no, just keep on moving. Two pessimists mended together by folks who tend to believe in myths without experiencing the harsh wounds encountered when involved in a mess like this. Eyes opened to a world full of pain. The only company in reach was each other, so content we became. Too many doses and the addiction began. We plunged then into the never ending conflict that became routine, making us weak. Now grown to be one, too much time was never enough: But it's too late to abandon now, you cannot tear this woven misery.