.... Chetty

(Seychelles)

A woman's love


To know ones worth always has to cut through the heart
When you finally love it is too strong you have to run
You can't breathe, you can't see reality
The other stand with your heart in his hands
The next one come and love is not given the same
You spend your time waiting for the stars to shine but the silver moon takes all the skies
You realize this love only came once
So you give your all again for another chance and he takes the power
The gift of love and compassion of a woman has become his mind game
Loving should be so simply given, so willing to take the steps to somewhere beautiful

I don't know how to play the game so I fall
But no, no, no they keep stealing my heart
But no, no, no, they keep stealing my happy soul
But no, no, no they keep taking my trust
It's time to say no more
It's time to let go of dreaming
Because it hurts and it hurts so bad through my heart

Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2012

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  • Tony Karas (12/11/2012 6:58:00 AM)

    Sad for you. (((hug))) Never let go of dreaming... it's part of the very fiber of life and it's so bleak without it. In combination with hope it's what keeps us going. (Report) Reply

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