I always think I'm gonna cry.

It breaks my heart.

The sound of silent screams,

Do they then make a sound?

Or is it the mind that plays tricks on us,

Forcing us to believe what our eyes see?

My mind fools my heart,

Making it believe what it wants to believe.

Using the power of emotion to make me go on,

To move on.

I always believe what I think is true,

I can't stop myself.

Which, I think, is why I feel this way all the time.

Crestfallen,

Heartbroken.

"How could an angel break my heart?"

Broken my heart,

I've fallen apart.

"I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you"

"Loving you was my favorite mistake"

"What happens when he's your prince charming, but you're not his cinderella?"

"In my dreams you're mine forever"

Oh, so relative, it makes me wonder.

Past lives, futures,

The present seems to be the least I think about, the past the most.

I cant imagine the future,

I'm scared to.

I don't want to think of what fate has in store for me,

Weakness or faith?

Love♥
Zeal.



That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die