Various emotions fill the heart. Can’t tell what exactly it feels....
Hurting someone is not an intention. Some things merely change in an instant and no one can tell how it happens though.
For a reason, I guess...
Refusing to accept the fact that love flies out of the window…. No… they’re just tired, I know. Just needs a placid place to rest to run from noise.
I know… I know hurting was wrong, but how could love be kept if one’s heart is grieving from misery.
If pain in the past hasn’t remembered, then how could someone be so mad?
In the deep silence of a heart may sometimes burst out into tears. Nobody wants to cry....
Each time is wholly precious yet it’s slowly slipping away....
This vulnerable heart sometimes doesn’t understand pain.
...but it indisputably doesn’t be set to hurt the one it loves.
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