Gentle as the breeze,
Warm as a hug,
Lost as the thoughts in an empty spare.
Tasted like that hot chocolate in a chilly winter morning.
A ray of hope almost, that made you smile each time you heard the slightest melody of, but now it’s lost.
Slowly turning into a cacophony as jarring as the sounds of your heart, wasnt it once like your favorite piece of art?
And then turning into the monster in your head, eating away the little happy corner of your soul every time you feel dead.
And maybe that is just what a love song is, a false gleam of satisfaction to a lifelong memory, that was once supposed to be a perfect story.
