peoistheone

im flailing and spluttering for words i cant find im lost in the clutter of my own mind i have no way to describe my position searching for loopholes in my own decision but heartbreak should not be such a charade for every bond you break, another is made for every bridge that you snap, and place that you trap another way rises to fill up the gap i can feel your essence entwining my soul and that is the feeling that makes me feel whole a yearning for homeland that is my calling trying to get back, stalling, falling and crawling after all, love is only word that we say and cannot be emotion, or a price that we pay defining the act