You never know what to expect
When love kindles your heart.
It races faster than your thoughts
And you don’t mind that your cheeks hurt.
Soon your wish is granted by fate
And no one can separate you two.
Your days seem to fly by somehow,
You’d rather lie awake than slumber.
Looking back on the first months
I now see how oblivious I was .
Deep down I knew better,
But denial had lassoed my hopes.
Lie to me? Break my heart? Never.
He is as perfect as they come.
Oh how naïve we can be,
When a fairytale seems like an option.
I never knew that my heart
Had any pieces left for breaking.
I never knew just how many hours
My eyes could produce tears.
When those tears are the ones
Cuddling up to you at night
And seem like your only ally,
It’s time to let it all out.
Get out or get a grip,
Stand stronger than you were.
Face your foe audaciously,
Demand standards or the door.
Two months of being free,
Filled with handsome smiles.
Mind and soul have replenished,
Eagerly awaiting something new.
The heart-racing bliss, smiles,
And your laugh that you hate.
Reclaimed by the vicious cycle,
Come on fairytale, it’s my turn.
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