Perhaps I would like to learn how to categorize,
The several ways in which heart break can occur.
Maybe then it would be possible to find a cure,
Maybe it could enable a false feeling of happiness,
When loneliness is the only thing that can really be achieved.
But that's only because I am lonely,
And I am heart broken.
I don't know what to do anymore.
This is misery at it's finest.
This is my final breath.
And may the ground shatter beneath your feet,
Deleting anything you ever bestowed upon me.
Maybe if we hadn't moved so quickly,
Or perhaps if we never even moved at all.
Maybe we'd still be standing,
And maybe we would have never had the chance to fall at all.
A very eloquent style. Well written. I like it alot.
Great job, Eveeeelyn. We miss you back home, come homeee, come homee. We'll take you to Starbucks every day.
Big words, Miss Evelyn. But, I liked it anyways.