Strings and heart cords

The sun plays to the beat of our bloody broken hearts. Singing such soft melodies meant for only us to hear. It’s like a string serenade telling the stories of betrayal that we know too well.

So here we are, sat in the hillside awestruck as we watch the lights fade down and we await the arrival of the darkness that we are so familiar to.

The second string begins to play and the story starts a new with a piano playing such beautiful introductions fallowed by a symphony telling only one story telling the tale of true love. Hearts weren’t made to be broken, but when they are it takes the pieces of another to become whole again.

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  • Jaredemic
    Jaredemicover 5 years ago

    I think I do too :)

    excellent writing

  • well I guess i cant enter any pictures into any urban explores comps since one of the hosts is a slight bit biased ; P

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  • CrystalNoellyn
    CrystalNoellynover 5 years ago

    oh, thats so beautiful!
    that last part makes me want to cry! beautiful, sean, beautiful!

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