learning to have you :

                                                                                                                                                             love hewitt

trying to unperfect you :

how long can lovers stand to prove they were right?

why did i fold my hand?

why choose another fight? 

how long would we have gone to know we shouldn’t stay?

i saw you walk the wire.

i watched you burn away

and somehow it moved me

your love has powers over me

oh what dream is this?

somehow it towers over me.

send your love to move me

my world has powered over me

in perfect ruins

somehow it towers over me.

who said we had it all?

our hearts no longer lie

who knew the veil would fall?

who’d guess that we would cry?

what more were we to do?

two souls who had their fill

your love it keeps me here

you keep me wondering still

who’d guess that we would cry?

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the man in black :

i know where the story begins.  i don't want them to hurt you.  i don't want you to give up.   i don't like you with your eyes destroyed.   i don't believe in madness.  but i do believe in stories that only you can write about.  i know you can be strong again.  i know you got ups and down every step of the way.  but i will fall too to keep you rising.  more bruises.  more heal.  more tears.  more tears of joy.   i don't you to hear the buzz.   i want you to feel it.   i don't want you to go back in the big picture.   i want you to forward the wrong scenes.   forget about the photos.  remember the feeling before the flashes.   be true.   expect truth.    you can't be nothing but this.   

broken heart again . not the lesson learnt :

just click on the image to feel who has a new romance :

                                                                                                                                                               arlissa ruppert

regressar de lá mas nunca de lá ter saído :

                                                                                                                                                                  ellen cornish

Ter vivido três dias no meio de uma intensidade que a preenche quase tanto como o ar que respira. Nunca sentir cansaço que canse. Nunca sentir arrependimento que arrepende. Nunca pisar outro chão que a serene tanto. Nunca sentir que está no lugar errado. Nunca sentir que perdeu tempo demais com o antes. Nunca viver por cima da possibilidade. Mas viver a pedir o impossível.  Escrever o que se sente mesmo sem letras. Dizer palavras para o vento as levar para longe. Fazer ecos que se escutam de volta. Fazer melodias para os dias. Fazer canções para os corações. Fazer álbuns para uns. Fazer digressões para multidões. Esta era a vida que ela queria ter.