I watch the hands on the clock move...slowly the nearby statue crumbles into a dead angel, to pained to cry. Ah yes, my heart, my soul. Dear one with the ocean eyes, don't send me your tides, I only want the waves. I'd give anything to be in your ocean, your perfect sea. But you send me to the shore, and I walk away with salty tears, but moments later I turn around, and I watch. How can I leave my everything? You're all that can heal this broken heart....
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My Heart Stays Still
Random"Of course I still love him....I doubt I'll ever stop and I know he believes I'll find someone better. Jonathon, believe me, I hold you to no standards and I love you as you are, there could never be another....so why? What happened, and why didn't...
