Broken wishes, hopes and dreams all going down the drain of vain. The quiet nights on the lake are now strange and loud. Butterflies are flying away to the better part of tomorrow, never stopping for you, never looking back. People cry for the broken-hearted and they crying for the love ones lost. The ripped pieces of the heart you once had are on the floor in shreds. What you don't know is that you will survive. You will live for the day after tomorrow. You pick up the pieces of your life , tape them together and move on to tell your children about the long lost broken love stories. You will move on and you will survive. Don't forget at this very moment there is someone who is your true love, walking at this very moment. Live. laugh. Don't be afraid to follow your heart.
November 3, 2011