i think I speak a language a few hearts might know ,I scatter a bit of dust in a form of a broken heart she picks it up , I restrain her from doing so ,it seems her heart is only meant to be broken up why is that so ?,when she lights up my life
she laughs again and again ,.thinking she's fine , she's just hiding the pain inside but I can see what's in her eyes and it's not easy to speak with your mind as your...