Like a star without its dreams.

The pleasures that you once put on self-defining hearts. Oh how I hate that this could be the end but I would be lying if I said there could never be an end. Oh what would love be with out the knife? Drowning every word, intimidating every move, threatening every sound. Hearts sitting on the banks of shallow shores with the love you'd never know, with the scents you could never comprehend. The same as you are, there is no shame, as the hearts sink with what it seems no love? As they lay at the bottom of the pity shore
Good luck where I've failed, love would be a start including the words in this ongoing love affair. My problem is I'm never critical enough to yell your name; your problem is your never content enough to drown in your happiness. Oh god how was this worth it?
Holding back shameless tiers will never hurt so much when abandoned hearts will sing tonight. I always thought the sound of hearts breaking was hushed by the fingers of god
but I guess what they say is true  “If your heart were broken you'd be dead.”