I planned to say all these terrible things to you, but in the end, I just want to tell you...I Miss You!
I will always have your picture but my camera will never see your face again.
Some things a heart won't listen to, I'm still holding out for you.
Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken...
If you're locked inside a dark room filled with blood, don't be scared coz that's my heart where you belong.
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Once your heart gets broken you start to see cracks in everything.
The symbol of love is not the heart, but the cross. For the heart stops beating, but the man on the cross never stops loving.