I describe myself as lonely and easily. My innocence is reflected in the belief that all hearts are like me.
From this place, where I am today, where happiness did not rise even a step up, I can say I'm looking for those hard hearts, almost unattainable. Are those found in places where it will cost me more to come.
Yesterday I fell into a sweet sadness realizing that one of the many hearts that try to achieve is beyond what I thought. Long ago it was free, fate took me miles out for a while and when he returned, the heart had been hit by another who was not me. Since then I felt a huge impotence. Week after week I was away from who he had met. Perhaps it every look and every smile for eyes that make me beat, made me believe that I was a little steps from him. Just by that time happy and I was beating faster and stronger.
was innocently duped by myself. Yesterday I met the heart that is closer to him than me. I saw the fence and I understand that my hope of leaving aside the loneliness was moving away.
His heart did not feel close and maybe I never did.
Here today, gone back to being me: a heart loneliest and easier than ever.
From this place, where I am today, where happiness did not rise even a step up, I can say I'm looking for those hard hearts, almost unattainable. Are those found in places where it will cost me more to come.
Yesterday I fell into a sweet sadness realizing that one of the many hearts that try to achieve is beyond what I thought. Long ago it was free, fate took me miles out for a while and when he returned, the heart had been hit by another who was not me. Since then I felt a huge impotence. Week after week I was away from who he had met. Perhaps it every look and every smile for eyes that make me beat, made me believe that I was a little steps from him. Just by that time happy and I was beating faster and stronger.
was innocently duped by myself. Yesterday I met the heart that is closer to him than me. I saw the fence and I understand that my hope of leaving aside the loneliness was moving away.
His heart did not feel close and maybe I never did.
Here today, gone back to being me: a heart loneliest and easier than ever.
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