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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Friday, December 3, 2010, 11:49 PM
guard your heart

She is just to fill a deep in the depths of your heart, a void waiting for its rightful owner to call it hers.
But we both know, she can fill the void but she isn't meant to fill it whole, don't we?

Disclaimer:
For the abovementioned, it was just a very random thing that happened in a very random conversation with the randomest person ever. Much to many people's disappointment, I don't actually like anyone that much... short of liking myself the most. No, I actually adore myself :)

"With each sequence of patching and breaking up, the immeasurable distance between us proved to be a treacherous journey.
Each patching and breaking up after that became more like a dance we're used to, till we could no longer feel a thing. Unfeeling about the dance, and the dancers.
Each fight came as though they were rightfully timed to haunt, more easily, more frequently. Even more disheartening was that it came increasingly naturally."

Great dancers need not a stage to dance, one could always dance in his heart.