The hug we always dreamed of is now gone.
Never thought it will end. Not this way.
We broke our strings.
Your soul, far away. I have never felt it that way before.
Now it ends, and I can't even think about it.
It hurts. You know it. You don't care. That hurts even more.
Broken Strings
Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything
When I love you
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking
It's the voice of someone else
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late
Oh it tears me up
I tried to hold but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it's not enough
To make it all okay
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late
You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything
That your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real
Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before
Oh and I love you a little less than before
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last change to feel again
2 comments:
starlights are kept in memory...
and their mark in our hearts can't be forgotten...
deja de sufrir por quien brilla como una estrella
déjalo brillar... tan sólo, recuerda su brillo
recuerda el brillo que te dio
y sonríe... porque se cruzaron al menos en un momento...
brilla tú también ♥
La tristeza nos hace poetas. Y sólo escribiendo, se desahogan las torpezas. Eres una poeta magnánima y mereces ser feliz. No te diré que no llores, ni que olvides, ni que perdones, ni que salgas adelante ya, porque independientemente de mis consejos tú sabes qué paso tomar y cómo lidiar con lo que te agobia ahora.
Pero sí te digo una cosa: el camino para ser feliz está lleno de rosas. Todas huelen bien, pero unas puyan con la firmeza de una bayoneta y otras con la de un beso romo. Si te acercas mucho a unas más que a otras, ahí te vas a quedar porque te va a quedar gustando. Al andar oscilante, varias de ambos lados resultarán dañándote. En cambio, al andar en la mitad y con firmeza, arrancarás una que ganará tu confianza y con ella andarás hasta el término de lo que está construido con baldosas verdes y cemento café.
Y sí, yo sé, llegar al final es lo mismo que quedarse en la mitad, porque el amor es la búsqueda de la imperfección en la estabilidad. Sin embargo, se puede encontrar una imperfección que te haga sonreír cuando únicamente lo evoques.
Besos saturnianos, precioso astro Joan. :)
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