Apples aren't love stories
Roses aren't apologies
Breakfast aren't romantic

Work isn't looking for reasons
Love isn't about the excuses
Sadness isn't just about the tears
Pain isn't always in the heart

Thoughts has never matter
Flowers were never received
Valentines were never about the colour red
Hope was never about giving chances
Brave was never about the encouragement

Apples isn't the best fruit
It's the memory laughter of the broken knife caught in the core

Roses isn't the sorry
It's the request to go again after the first given heartbreak without a thought or care

Breakfast isn't made to be eaten in bed
When the early hours is spent with another

Working relationships aren't looking for reasons to leave

Love relationships aren't looking for excuses to stay

Sadness isn't about how much tears that had fallen, but the heartache upon the soaked pillows

Pain isn't just heartfelt but messes with thoughts and reasons to notice the bad and long listed warning signs

Thoughts haven't matter, it's easier to regret later, then guilt about it now

Flowers were apologies and apologies were lies, and lies were received

Valentines isn't about the bright red gift wrapper and storm out the house arguments five minutes later

Hope isn't about the chances to open the heart to love, is the blindness love has over the mind

Brave was never about the encouragement to stay, it's the stupidity to never have walked away
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