I thought my heart would break…
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my heart didn’t break
it healed
as I surrendered fully to loosing you
as I accepted my heart wasn’t choosing you
if it meant giving up on our dreams
and that’s what you asked, so it seems
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my heart didn’t split
no, it grew
as I gave it to you as a souvenir
as I filled it with you, so you’re always here
and I know now, my dreams will come true
cos’ my darling, I’ll do it for you
❤️
it is the hardest choice – love or dreams – seemingly pulling in different directions
a choice that feels like dying
a heart ripped apart
breaking
but in the surrender, it broke open, not in two
showing me that dreams are made of love
and I cannot choose one without the other
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I made you a passionate promise to f***ing GO FOR IT!
to BE the person who belongs in my dreams
and that promise fuels my body when I’m tired
my mind when I’m in doubt
with you inside my heart, my heart speaks louder
with you inside my heart, I have no choice but to be the best I can be
I have no choice but to love and to dream – to truly live
I owe that to both of us
