Ri listen to Heart by you know which artist.
The silence is deafening when you are not there.
The chaos is overwhelming in a way no talking can fix. When the hands of affection inflict the torment of the heart, I will endure. I will survive.
The race of the shooting stars against time, as gravity pulls, so they pass. The fire and rock, they shed the pain and anguish. The beauty to wish upon the flash across the sky.
Such a paradoxical imagination, upon which there is no substance.
Such a thing is love, paradoxical at its best, being the epitome of so many foolish lives and yet the bane of others.
To love, is to put a glass vase on a tightrope, across the highest building, on a windy day, yet it can bring such flowers as of a secret garden.
Hidden beneath, there lies beauty and yet so many locked out. Forced to gaze longingly through a limited vision of the keyhole.
Confusion thrives in affection, and frustration in confusion. Is there more to the heart? I dare say, someday the key will be found, and the secret will remain open ever after to the one who holds the price.
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الشعرThe story of my life in the words I can express and for the moments I can't seem to speak.
