broken art

sometimes our hearts are broke other times we feel like were being choked. A marathon of those who yawn in spite of all rumours that have gone. Dont let it slip out of your grasp for only your love is what will make it last. between heartache and pain its all the same, a contraption of windows where we sit in pain. Dont you dare let them break away because sometimes we dont know what seems sane. No thats a lie theres better love you can find or those bruises and scars are only the start. To a bewwildering life of till death do us part cause thats not a love story that can be painted as sellable art.