when hearts break..

When hearts break,
they all sound the same
Their beats speak in bilingual tongues
But disappointment talks in the same language
Evil intentions have the same complexion
Which is hard to identity sometimes
But you learn by experience..
when hearts break,
letting go hurts less
when you are holding on alone
already knowing u wernt good enuff
forgotten amongst superficial figures
that dont go deeper then weaves && pretty smiles
when hearts break,
it no longer believes in happy endings
or natural beauty
only nightmares && natural disasters
tucks you in at night