Her laughter was able to make the stitches in my heart stretch. I had closed it to love. But her pow
Her laughter was able to make the stitches in my heart stretch. I had closed it to love. But her power was a unique one. And in a desperate move I tore them apart. But I had failed to realize that hers was only a friends laughter, not one of love. And so with extreme pain and anger I closed it again. And upon the bloddy rags of my heart I sweared to no more illusions. -- source link