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People feel this song with love and adornment and i love that, but honestly, all i can ever feel with this song is the slow realization of how things are. It's like a slow decline into the real world and how it is after being fed a false dimension for so long. A slow decline into madness and insanity.
exactly the moment when the character comes face to face with the reality that he is dealing with and finally ables to grasp it. It's a sort of surrender to the helplessness
The deepest sadness of a man is like an endless sea, Where waves of sorrow crash and churn incessantly. It's a place where pain resides and memories dwell, A world of darkness and loneliness where all is hell. The depths of his soul are cloaked in a shroud of grief, A heavy burden that he carries and cannot release. The weight of his sadness is a burden too great to bear, A heavy anchor that drags him down to the depths of despair. His heart is heavy, and his mind is full of despair, As he struggles to find a way out of his nightmare. He is lost in the darkness, unable to find the light, As he wanders through the shadows of his endless night. The tears that he sheds are like raindrops falling down, A constant reminder of his pain and his profound frown. He longs for release, for a way to ease his pain, But the deepest sadness of a man is a burden that remains. Yet in his sorrow, there is still a glimmer of hope, A light that shines through the darkness and helps him to cope. For in his heart, there is still a flame that burns, A flicker of hope that he will one day return. So though he may be lost in the depths of his sadness, He knows that one day he will find his way out of this madness. For the deepest sadness of a man is a journey that he must take, And in the end, he will find the strength to rise and awake.
Awesome. And here’s the answer: Jesus Christ Matthew 11:28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. Matthew 11:30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
If only he knew. If only he knew how dearly I love him. If only he knew that my eyes only blink so they can still see him. If only he knew my heart almost stops as soon as he says he wants his to. If only he knew how my body tremors at the thought of losing him. If only he knew. Understanding he is going through a lot, and a deep darkness surrounds him is also understanding he may not know it. And having sympathy, showing compassion, and patience. But if only he knew that a couple of words on a keyboard could make me so worried. Love is truly something unknown. Love is kindness, patience, something I learned. I love him so truly. If only he knew how much I want him to get better, to feel better, not only for himself, but for me. Because the sun knows how I smile when I'm with him, and the sun envies me, because she sees how bright I am when I'm with him. And the moon knows my pleas to him as though they were prayers, sung to him silently, both under my breath and through my fingers gliding across a keyboard. I love him so much. I am so soft and gentle to him. Even when I am raging like a storm, I know that being gentle with him will lead me closer to the eye of it. To hold him is to be close to god. To kiss him is to say a thousand things, each in a thousand languages. I am human to him. He is human to me. He is not my god, in the sense that he is immortal, omnipotent, all seeing. But to say he is my god because i worship him, that is true. he is my god. he is the person I worship, look for in everything. he is not god in the sense he is perfect. He is god in the sense that I love him, and worship him. I truly love when he shares with me. Even if what he shares is what breaks my heart, at least he is sharing with me. I want him to feel safe enough to know that I am more assured when I know how he is. i don't want him to bottle up and hide from me because he thinks he'll burden me. He by no means does. I love when he shares, so I know how he is so I can take care of him better. And I understand him more, so he does not abruptly leave me on this earth all alone. And even if he did "burden" me, it's a burden I'm willing to carry. Even if I am given the same fate as Sisyphus, it would be no curse. As it is his burden I'm carrying. if it was anyone elses, i'd let is slide down. They can learn to carry it. But if he asked me to carry his burden I would. If he asked me to hold up the sky, I would. I truly do love him. Mon amour, if you do end up finding this, I hope you know, everything I said here is true. I love you so much. Please tell me how you are, no matter how I feel about it. Because I'm happier when I'm with you. I'm happier knowing my breaths will lead to me being with you. I'm happier knowing that you're going to get better. And even if you didn't I would still love you, endlessly. I'll love you till earth flattens. I'll love you till the universe restarts, As soon as someone utters my name, they will utters yours as well, telling people of how deeply I love and care about you. You're mine. All mine. Please don't ever make me question that. Signed, Your lover. Always and truly
''I would rather have each and every one of my bones broken one by one than to see her shed a single tear. as my body could be repaired once more but her heart never again.''
We are born just to study everyday for at least 16 years, then work, procreate and then die. I'm halfway through the life cycle and I have not enjoyed any era of my life, my childhood was full of trauma, my teenage years wasted studying too much, no time for friends or hobbies and now all I have is a tiring work, a full schedule and no loved ones. Will this feeling of emptiness ever end? am I sentenced to live the same routine day after day? Will I ever feel loved? Is all my job meaningful? Are all my sacrifices worth it? When's it my turn to be happy and feel complete? Do I really want to keep it like this? Do I really want to change? I really did to waste my life, I did everything I was supposed to and now all I have is a cold coffee in an old cup, an empty flat and a dusty champagne bottle thats supposed to be opened by the time I success. When will I be able to take a sip of this golden drink? Is this really the meaning of life? an endless cycle full of unreachable dreams, empty words and useless hopes? Is this gray landscape the last thing I'll see of this trap we call "world"?
hey ,by looking at the past you won't change anything ,or by grieveing over something that wasn't in your control. It's important to live in the moment ,literally ,every new second is "now" so start making it count from this exact moment. Life doesn't certainly have to have a meaning. Just by breathing you're connected with the world that surrounds you ,the plants who take your CO2 and the O2 you take from them. Romanticise your life. I find the cold coffee in your mug a work of art. everything you do is a work of art. Your body ,emotions ,just the LIFE itself is beautiful and perfent in a way. Take life into your hands and stay positive . Only love❤ (btw you could be a writer)
I stole perfect beauty from her eyes I watched pain drain it, as she cried I bear the stain of endless lies I guess I've learned that love can die I stole the things that made her kind She won't act right, made up her mind But she can see that I'm not fine I guess they lied, love isn't blind Now, she won't give me What I need Won't respect the values of my creed It was my greed that made hearts bleed But now I dream of being freed No more obligation for the chore I'm living one leg out the door Yes, it's my fault that her heart is sore But I just dont want her anymore ~iykyk
Oh, my love, my heart beats for thee, For in thy presence, I am free. Thy beauty doth my soul inspire, And in thy love, I find desire. Thy voice, like honey, doth so sweet, And in thy arms, my heart doth beat. Thy touch, like fire, doth set me free, And in thy love, I find the key. Oh, fairest flower, thou art divine, In thy love, I wish to be entwined. For in thy grace, my heart doth find, The sweetest love of all mankind. May we walk together, hand in hand, Through life, through love, and through this land. For in thy love, I find my way, And in thy heart, I wish to stay.(poetic rizz)
I don't know why but this song seems to me the manifesto of acceptance of pain, the exact moment when you realize that a lost love will always be lost, a dream of a life that will never come true, a mirror that shatters.. .and that leaves only despair and eternal seamless torment.
This song reminds me of something I've lost but never had in the first place, leaving an empty space in my heart without realizing it was already empty from the very start.
In the depths of my soul, I seek to find The purpose of my existence, a truth undefined Though my heart is full of love and grace My mind often wanders in a lonely space I yearn for someone to share my thoughts To know the battles my soul has fought But alas, in solitude, I must dwell And find solace in the tales that I tell I want to disappear, to fade away And yet, I wish to make the world my stage Loneliness & frustration, they're my friend Teaching me to endure and to begin again. I have tasted love and its bitter pain Betrayed and cheated, my heart bears a stain Life has so much to offer, but it feels out of my hand I reach out, but the world slips like sand But amidst the pain, there's a glimmer of light A hope that keeps me going, through the darkest of nights I know that I'll find my purpose, in due time And till then, I'll keep moving forward, with faith in my heart, and a purpose in mind.
this is what slow realization feels like. When you finally connect the dots you have been overthinking about days and weeks. this is what it feels like. when you finally realize the scars they gave will be a forever reminder for you to not trust them ever again. this is what, it truely feels like...
"Even if I am face to face with death, I will not yield. Even if a gun is pointed directly at me, I will not yield. But if you were holding the gun, I'd close my eyes and open my arms ready for your hug." -my classmate who had sex with the teacher last night
@@lmaoshit3616 "Even though I walk through the darkest of valleys, I still see your radiating beauty from afar. Even if I am in the frontlines of war, even though I may get shot, the only last thing I will see is you. You are truly beautiful, my dear."
I wrote this in French, hopefully you will appreciate it : Dans ses yeux se reflètent une utopie Et c’est ainsi que les cieux m’offrent une nouvelle vie Oh je voudrais arpenter les profondeurs de ton cœur, Élever des terres en ton nom en dehors du malheur Les battements de ses cils ouvrent et ferment mes aspirations À sa vision mon corps m’ordonne une grande inspiration L’amour est un si grand voyage et son étreinte la plus belle destination Je ne sais ce que je vaut, mais elle, est sûrement plus précieuse que toute vos estimations Le son de sa voix fait vibrer mon âme Le don de la foi est l’existence d’une telle femme Paradoxalement je crains mes concessions qu’elle entame Vaines suspensions de mon être à sa lame Qu’elle me coupe la tête Je continuerais de l’aimer du reste de mon être Qu’elle me plonge dans une disette Je serais rassasié par le fait qu’elle ne m’objecte Parlons pourvu que nous ne nous arrêtions Dansons peu importe le son, Seulement que je sois “son” Au fond passer le temps n’a pas de signification Si je dois le subir inanimé par notre passion Les roses rougissent devant ta beauté Les tulipes jaunissent à ta clarté Ma prose implose pour décrire ton règne sur toute chose Et le vent appose des fleurs sur tout où tu te poses - Pourvu qu’il ne transporte mes pleurs versés pour ta cause.
This melody stirs a profound emotion within me, transporting me to a realm of cherished memories and lost loved ones. Each note carries the weight of bittersweet remembrance, reminding me of those who have departed from this world. In the depths of my heart, a flood of tears wells up, a testament to the depth of my love for them. As the music envelops my soul, I am compelled to reflect upon the fragility and ephemeral nature of life. It serves as a poignant reminder to treasure every fleeting moment, to hold onto the precious bonds we forge, and to express our love and appreciation to those still with us. That song resonates within my very core, an emotional journey that both heals and scars, reminding me of the beauty and transience of existence. Regards from Brazil, friends.
"You say you love the rain but you open an umbrella. You say you love the sun but you go to find a shady spot. You say you love the wind but close the window when the wind blows.That's why I'm scared when you say I love you."
This song reminds me of a time with a person I never knew, feelings for a person I never felt. It evokes a kind of longing that won't let go of me. But at the same time it is just wonderful in the ear.
The more i think of you the more i breath into your lies. Your lies made me wonder what truly lurks beneath the facade you put on for everyone. I Fear there is nothing but your beauty. You are so intelligent, so wonderfully brilliant, with your thoughts, I genuinely think you could have changed the entire world, but I see now that it was all some farce to keep the real people at bay. You long for the monsters, the vultures, the creatures of the night waiting at the edge of your bed, waiting for the chance to strike, I see now that the love you said you had for me was apart your terrible scheme to keep me there, at bay, on your side at all times no matter the consequence of my own happiness because even know as i write about you, I love you. Your lips were soft against my skin, your eyes met mine as your body was pressed briefly against me in that moment. It was merely an accident, a perfectly well thought out accident that had me at my knees. I am so vexed by your presence, my mind cannot process how much of a threat you are to me, to my family, to my very life. yet i would, even now, gladly throw it all away just to touch you once more, to have your hand against my back, leading the way into the light, or your darkness. I read you letters over and over searching for a sign of you malice, and i am broken to see that it was written all there. Your pain, your plan. I was not only the biggest help in your life, but I was the biggest fool. "Never in my days would i have chosen them as my own. Never. I'm so grateful *he* showed me the accounts..." the money, my fathers money. Of course he showed you. He was there all along, your love... leading you along like you have me. I see you look at him with those eyes, the same eyes i have for you. I would have rejected every man and woman for you, i would have held you up in the highest regard and known that truly deep down my conquest was not in vain, for your love and admiration was all that i needed. I would have blindly followed you barefoot down this broken glass path you made for me. But now- Now, as i type these words, i feel nothing. Numb, like a cold river of realization has entered my soul and pierced my very being. I love you- loved you. You skin, as cold as the mountain face, your eyes as dead at the sea, you words as salty as the ocean, your hair like fire, as you burn in my mind; into a distant memory, I fade away with you. I forswear love for no one is the greater fool now. I have fallen for you, my dearest, and we both shall burn in the hell you have created. For nothing is as painful as knowing you never loved me. Nothing shall ever be green again, no flower shall bloom, no heart should ever mend, or flutter or beat, no sun will peak across the sky, not where we go, in the darkness behind our eyelids is the place we shall finally be free to be together. Forever i shall hold you together in my arms. Forever shall we rot together.
There isn't much that people say that phases me, I can look into someone eyes and see that there is a kindness and love and respect, I can also look into someone's eyes and see their contempt, their loathing their lust for what isn't theirs. To be honest there wasn't much that she could do that could faze me. I have been raised differently, you see, I was born on the wrong side of the tracks trying to fight for my life, and she was on the other side living in gold and white. I thought I was cold and heartless and cruel, not until I met her. She showed me that force wasn't the only way to get what you want. When I met her she was like an angel in dark clothing. Her beautiful red hair her, soft green eyes, those lips that I could kiss, and the words that slip through those lips are as sweet as honey, soft as velvet. You made me feel exuberant, I was totally enamored and embarrassed at how easy it was to fall in love with her. She was my everything. My heart, my mind, my paycheck, my sanity, my only friend that I needed. Everything about her lured me in, she was a beautiful, except her personality. Everybody says they love a headstrong and stubborn woman until the day they manipulate you into loving you, they pretend to cherish and care for you, just waiting for the perfect moment to tear your heart out and eat it in front of you as you hoke, and claw and gag on your own love. Like she's underwater drowning with you but she's laughing, she's smiling and you melt and you can't breath. And just as you feel she's done with you she builds you up, like a puzzle. Each curve, each piece perfectly placed back. Each day you can't trust her she pulls you in more, and rips at your heart, she claws herself in and it's like the whole she made was gone. She was there. For years she was there. For years she smiled and said the words. For years she *lied*. For y*ears she said it and then left* FOR YEARS YOU DEDICATES YOUR LIFE TO ME AND YOU THREW ME AWAY LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. God will send us to hell for the things you made me do, that I did to make out happy, to sell my soul to make you satisfied. You must be a demon. Because together we will burn, our skin will shred, our flesh decay and melt. Because you deserve to rot beside me, to feel hells heat with me, forever. Because that's what you promised me.
*a letter to the first script People call me cruel. *Men* call me cruel, but no one was ever as broken as you were, you were so easy to wrap around my finger, you were like a leaf waiting to fall from a gust of wind. You labelled me a villain in a story i didnt even want to be a part of. There are times i did feel bad lying to you, I didn't want it to go this far. You were hopeless. I wanted to be alone with my ex, I dated him for seven years, you remember, and when he moved away i was broken, he left and he didnt even want to tell me he was leaving til last minute. Had our love been so thin? Was i blind to see it? Was i blind from how attracted i was to him? his broad shoulders, his strong arms, how they held me when we laid together, his lips were soft, and sweet always giving the most passionate kisses. The sun shined in his eyes and i melted in the sight of them. My heart lingers with him always. He enraptured me and i was his. loyal and devoted and happy. Truly, happy. And he had always been mine. We started dating in fifth grade, and everyone made fun of us but we matured together, we grew and everyone was eventually jealous and gave us nasty looks. I knew they wanted what we had. Even after we graduated people told us how lucky we were to have each other. My parents loved him, he was going to be my one and only, til i met you. It was the end of summer, starting our junior year together. We were raised right beside each other, and it is a small world, i didnt know our parents knew each other. I grew up playing with your brothers, your cousins in the neighborhood. I grew up bullying and being bullied right beside you and we didnt even know, or at least i didnt. I guess i am cruel in the sense i never even saw you when i was with him. We all grew up together, we were high school sweethearts. I didnt even see your jealousy, your evious looks at him while i was with him and when he left... he moved... and our connection had been severed by distance, you came and swooped me up like a bird that dropped its prey. I dont know why i was so taken with you. I was lonely. I was afraid of being alone. I had known him all my childhood, impressing him, showing off for him, fighting for him, lving him, that i was lost, and you were new. Something to hold onto while i mourned the distance... Truth is, i didnt know what i was doing when i got with you. You were such a poet, and for once, i was the poem. Not the joke, not the girl who had puppy love with one guy through school. The art that inspired the artist. I was totally, and utterly, having a Bella moment. irrevocably and hopelessly enamored by your words. Thats what made me fall for you. Your words. But in the end, i have never, nor will i ever, love someone as much as i loved him. You were a pale replacement, a cheap visage compared to him. I guess i am cruel in the sense i never even gave you a chance, always holding out for him, the torch blazed on even in the roughest weather. You knew how i felt and you still pursued because i thought you knew that i wouldnt love you like i loved him. I told you that i didnt want anymore from this, to be *friends*, thats it. I guess i am cruel because i accepted your advances and i didnt deny you outright. I guess i am cruel in the sense that when he came back to visit me over the summer i forgot about you entirely. I blew you off and i left you in the dust, like leaves. I am not sorry for this. I never will be. I am sorry that you were stuck in my web of sadness, that my presence had such a choke-hold on you, you couldnt think straight. Its not my fault that when he came back you were nothing to me because i told you, you already knew, that i didnt love you like that, you already knew. Thank you for your time, Im sorry it had to end with us not being friends anymore and now you hate me. That fine. I guess i am cruel.
hope that dwells up in me, the sunlight that shine into my eyes, the beauty of this nature , all of them are there for a reason and that reason is you, only you.... although you have gone far, but i am sure there is a part of you that still remember my existence...
My dearest, As I sit down to write this letter, my heart is overflowing with emotions that I cannot fully express. Love is a force that has taken hold of me and refuses to let go, and I am grateful every day for the joy and happiness that it brings to my life. Love is like a grand and haunting melody that plays on the strings of my heart. It fills me with a passion that is both exhilarating and terrifying, and yet I cannot imagine a life without it. For love is what makes life worth living, and it is what connects us to each other in ways that nothing else can. I have experienced both the light and the darkness of love, and while there have been moments of pain and heartache, I know that they are a necessary part of this journey. For it is through the challenges and difficulties that we face that we grow stronger, and it is through the dark times that we learn to appreciate the light. My love for you is both majestic and dark, beautiful and painful. It is a force that fills me with a sense of wonder and awe, and yet it can also leave me feeling vulnerable and exposed. But through it all, I know that my love for you is true and unwavering. So let us embrace this grand and haunting melody of love, with all its complexities and paradoxes. Let us be open to its mysteries and allow it to guide us on our journey together. For my love for you is what truly makes life worth living, and I cannot imagine a future without you by my side. Forever yours,
I am so hopelessly in love with him. His arms, his smile his mouth, everything about him is fascinating, it is not perfect at all, indeed is full of flaws but I find myself falling in love with all of them more and more.
The most beautiful song i've ever heard of.......wish when I'll die this song would play in my ear............. It's just like...... Listening to this song when jumping of a building.......sudden hit....and sleep in an eternal peace.......m
This masterpiece...for some make you regret bad choices, for others reminds of a beautiful relationship, but for me...well, for me this song makes me think about how i'm working hard even tired..such a masterpiece
When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone, Heart so full of you, I can hardly call it my own. The liquor washes down temporarily my feelings of blue, Yet, it ceases to extinguish the flaming memory of spring with you.
Title: A Heart Shattered into a Thousand Pieces In the realm of emotions, love stands as a powerful force capable of immense joy and unbearable pain. It is within this turbulent sea of love that hearts are at their most vulnerable, exposed to the unpredictable tides of affection and heartbreak. And so, dear reader, allow me to weave a tale of a heart shattered into a thousand pieces-a heart that once beat with hope but now finds itself engulfed in the darkness of despair. Love, like a fragile porcelain sculpture, can be so easily broken. The initial stages of enchantment paint the world in vibrant hues, as two souls embark on a journey of shared dreams and desires. But alas, as the dance of love unfolds, hidden flaws and fractures emerge, threatening to rupture the very foundation upon which love was built. Imagine, if you will, a heart brimming with anticipation and devotion, eagerly awaiting reciprocity. It beats with an ardent rhythm, echoing the sweet whispers of affection. Yet, like an unexpected gust of wind, circumstances shift, and love takes an unforeseen turn. The euphoria dissipates, replaced by a sense of emptiness, as the heart succumbs to the relentless grip of heartache. It is in the aftermath of a shattered love that the true depths of pain are revealed. The heart, once whole, now resembles the jagged shards of a broken mirror. Each fragment reflects the memories and promises that once brought solace, but now only serve as a painful reminder of what once was. The weight of lost dreams and shattered hopes weighs heavily upon the soul, casting a shadow over every aspect of existence. In the midst of heartbreak, time becomes a merciless companion, elongating seconds into eternities. Days blur together, and nights offer no respite. Every beat of the wounded heart echoes with a bittersweet symphony-a symphony of longing and anguish, woven into the very fabric of existence. But even amidst the darkest of nights, there exists a glimmer of hope. For it is through the cracks in a broken heart that resilience and strength find their way in. The mending of a broken heart is a process, slow and painful, yet undeniably transformative. With each passing day, the shattered pieces begin to heal, and the heart learns to beat anew, albeit scarred and wiser. Dear reader, if you find yourself entangled in the remnants of a broken heart, take solace in the knowledge that you are not alone. It is within the depths of heartbreak that we uncover the depths of our own resilience. Embrace the pain, for it is through healing that we find the strength to love again. And when the time is right, a new chapter will unfold-a chapter where the echoes of past heartbreak serve as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. In the end, a heart shattered into a thousand pieces can rebuild itself, piece by piece, and emerge stronger than ever before. So, hold on, dear reader, for healing awaits and love will find its way back into your life.
this song describes a desperate love story taking place in the 50s while the main character smokes a cigarette with tears filling her eyes and looking out the window when she realises her lover is prohibited of seeing her because her family comes from a wealthy family but he doesnt
I was listening to this late at night and felt sleep. I had a very strange dream were I was wearing all black walking through a mall and at the distance I saw my ex with her new family. I stopped. Lost in her beautiful eyes and hair as I thought I was not noted by her. But then She notices me far away while I read her lips saying “thank you” with a smile on her face. I smiled back started walking in another direction while whispering to my self “there’s no need to say thanks, leaving you free was my last act of love to you” while lighting up a cigar (I don’t even smoke)
I spend late hours talking with the moon about how you, and to me; she speaks about the sun. Both of us revolve around each other like a dance that will never end. But when the moon speaks of the sun, it pains me inside to know that each and every day for eternity they share a dance; but ours, like a candle, burns only for a moment.
Im in my no fap challenge currently,so its been almost 3months not busting my **t , obviously while retenting our s**en there will be a harmone realeasing called seretonin resulting to feel confident in masive level in our body , In addition to that this song gives me a 1000x boost of confidence and brings backs how my addiction to fap was ruining me day by day ,Anyhow I've come very far by now letting go of my addiction ,There were tough days though when i wasn't able to resist my urges to do that , But now as a man i am i thank myself and im just so proud of me for not falling in the trap no more , also i thank alot of content creators bout nofap in everysocial media you are really turning weak boys to a strong man, Lots of love to y'll....
Amo noches cómo está donde no hay nadie quien me moleste solo estoy yo y mis pensamientos y unos audífonos escuchando esta canción con lluvia de fondo,recordando cómo hace un tiempo atrás tenía la vida Perfecta,poseía lo que todo hombre quiere dinero,confianza,amistades reales,tener personas que te amen y admiren y tener una novia especial en tu vida… En estos momentos lo perdí todo y ahora estoy como empezó todo “total mente solo” (sorry se me sale lo poético a altas horas de la noche todo drogado)
Realising how precious life is, you cant let the time go to waste and make the most of it. "Life is like a glass bottle, its very fragile and you are filled with choices. Are you gonna let the pressure break you?" -Whoever you wanna remember me as
The night is young and full of charms, And lovers walk with linked arms. The moon is high, the stars are bright, And everything is bathed in light. The roses blush, the lilies nod, And breezes whisper of a God Who crafted all this beauty rare, And gave it to us, free to share. So let us walk and talk and dream, And revel in this wondrous scene. For life is short, and art is long, And beauty fades like a sweet song.
in my mind everything goes wild i lose myself in your eyes i drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze i only want your soul going wild on my skin a flower, a woman in your heart, Romeo
