idiomaticradios
There were a dozen pieces on the floor;
But there could have been so much more.
Her heart just broke, her head was aching;
In just a second, he left her with nothing.
It sat tall and mighty among the ashtray and the scattered books on the table. I had to break it.
They shuffled the cards to the sound of the dying day. Downstairs, the guests were starting to arrive and, as they were playing, an eerie sound shot through the night. A sound that reverberated through the hollow halls of the ancestral home.
Tele-port. My most obscure dream which, I know, would never come true--not even in a million heartbeats. But, hey, I can dream, right?
We shall celebrate, they said, because we finally found love. But what about him? she asked, What should he do? We can't just leave him there. Let's not care about him anymore, they replied. But, she hesitated, I thought that was what love meant: to care for someone no matter how messed up and complicated things might be.
She had no concern for the rotting corpse which was now positioned awkwardly at her feet. What could she have done anyway? It was his fault.
The average human life consists of eighty to ninety trips around the sun; it's even shorter nowadays, they say. Throughout these trips, we are all bound to find or lose something--our hope, our minds, our hearts.
She rallied up all her courage and took a step forward. Outside, the people were rallying as well. It's quite ironic how one word could have two quite different meanings. Just like love.
She tried trading her fragile heart in for something so much more. What do you want? asked the merchant. Something greater; something not so easily broken; something that would make me avoid the pain no matter what, she replied. I have just the thing for you, but are you sure you want it? Yes, she replied. So he gave her a stone heart.
He holds his head high, exuding an air of importance and pride. But through his tailored suit and leather shoes, he holds a broken heart. So much for glitter.
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