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The Art of Breaking
How you kill me in tiny pieces
each molecule a more painful death.
I die a little each day to love you more
I lose all sense of understanding
acceptance is all there is
a slow sure death
a painful ride to heaven through hell
and theres no other way to go
not so easy when you have to stare your fate in the eye
watching yourself die
one molecule at a time
glad that it even happens at all.
the title for some reason
the title for some reason reminds me of an australian phone number
Perth perhaps? though it isnt
Perth perhaps? though it isnt a number. ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
"...a painful ride to heaven through hell..."
I heard that. Title is a puzzle but drew me right in. For those we love, we let little bits chip off and acceptance equals cells ending. Truly this is what helps to kill us ultimately. The little deaths, is how it was once explained. - Nice write - Lady A
Ah, lady A so wise i do enjoy
Ah, lady A so wise i do enjoy every word xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."