Breathe

BREATHE If your promises was a breath of life I would have been dead by now. Can I rely on you to pull me up when I am down? Or will you leave me standing in the storm. When life takes it's turn for the worst to come, will you comfort me and encourage me with your words, will you? Will you stand until the storm is gone. The people says that the value of true friendship is no more, and the power of love has vanished from the world. Will you show me that it does exist, or will you let me down through it all? Braethe, I have to breathe, I must breathe. I must keep this feeling of emotions sane. To trust in another, to make sense of this thing called love and the second time around is harder then the first, so hard to trust, so hard to let go of; this thing called love. This deadly weapon called love, and a broken heart doesn't breaks even, twisted, caught up on love. Just breathe. Breathe, she tells me to breathe.