• Falling in love is like falling into a hole that never seems to end.
    The dark hole is deeper the more youre into him.
    He could betry you

    Maybe our love is real.
    LIke a forever garden with everlasting flowers that bloom as we run arm in arm through life.
    With a smile a mile wide.

    But he betryed me.
    Treat you like a doll
    And the world your doll house.
    With everything plastic.

    His false love is like an artificial lolipop
    With the colors as the ups and downs in your relationship.
    You think the flavors are real when they're not.

    And that hole you were falling in
    You fall faster and faster.
    Throwing your arms around to stop
    But you can't
    Finally you hit the bottem.

    The pain you start to feel once you hit the bottem.
    Nothing like a broken back, or arm.
    This broken heart is like a black hole
    Sucking out the joy in life.
    And all you can think of is him and his dark eyes.
    And you wish he would wrap his arm around you and tell you how beautiful you are.

    The broken heart is the reason for the teardrops on your pillow
    And the reason you hate love.
    You want to stop love but its all around you.

    Your heart is broken.
    Like jeans.
    Old and rugged.
    Tattered and Torn.
    Needed to be sewn and patched up.
    And hate is all inside you.

    But you find another love.
    He gently takes the needle and thread and sews the two peices of heart back together.
    The feild of everlasting wildflowers are blooming once again, with violent shades and colors.
    And you know you're taking a chance with this boy.

    But you'r confident and say
    "Hey, i'm just in love"