I think this summarizes my last few relationships. So how do I meet someone who will love me with all of his heart, like I've loved with all of mine?
John Mayer: "Half of My Heart"
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
trying my best to understand all that your love can bring
oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart
I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else
I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself
lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came
showing me a better way and all that my love can bring
oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart, with half of my heart
your faith is strong
but I can only fall short for so long
time will hold, later on
you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart
but I can't stop loving you, but I can't stop loving you,
but I can't stop loving you with half of my...
half of my heart, half of my heart
half of my heart's got a real good imagination
half of my heart's got you
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that half of my heart won't do
half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
and half of my heart is the part of a man who's never really loved anything
half of my heart...
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
trying my best to understand all that your love can bring
oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart
I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else
I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself
lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came
showing me a better way and all that my love can bring
oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
half of my heart takes time
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that I can't keep loving you, oh, with half of my heart, with half of my heart
your faith is strong
but I can only fall short for so long
time will hold, later on
you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart
but I can't stop loving you, but I can't stop loving you,
but I can't stop loving you with half of my...
half of my heart, half of my heart
half of my heart's got a real good imagination
half of my heart's got you
half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you
that half of my heart won't do
half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
and half of my heart is the part of a man who's never really loved anything
half of my heart...
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This song reminds me of something I wrote about Lacey, thought I'd share it with you:
She had chocolate eyes and coffee hair,
A dark princess,
Drunken glass tossed without a care.
Thick lips, short stature, bright smile.
Opposite my past, she was a blast,
She could make a block a mile.
Flipphone unflipped flipped back to close,
Nervous thoughts uncaught as she took off her clothes.
I convince her this pleasure means only good,
Try and shut off your mind, if she only could.
Texts fold in at rapid pace, replaced with nothing,
My bitter mind fills space with something,
Thoughts of quakes as shakes in time,
She’s never happy, never feeling fine.
Torn, I hold her close to heart,
She could never be mine,
But at times I’d see that bright shine.
Her mind on me about half the time.
I saw her, I called her,
She called me, we stalled there.
She came by, then she left me,
For what is all this wrestling?
I catch a glimpse of her thru the glass,
Savor that image as I keep moving past.
Half of mine and half of his,
Flash of time and I’m only half as pissed.
Warm words past reunion flies,
Try to reconnect rather remove the ties,
Back and forth and in and out,
Her flipflop mind I could live without.
No heart cold, abreast to nothing,
My expectation makes me thank for something,
Reawake my mind just drifts with time,
Her mind on me about half the time.
I saw her, I called her,
She called me, we stalled there.
She came by, then she left me,
For what is all this wrestling?
Oh broseph, I love you. You're a pretty damn good writer too. You definitely got the creative writing talent. ;) (Also, stupid girl!)
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