THE HEARTBREAKER



The heartbreaker is like a princess trap in a spell, guarded by an evil 
witch I don’t think I would ever beat. She is heaven and hell. She is 
shy and liberal at times; romantic but prosaic. She is a mirage...
a sweet dream, a cold nightmare; promised to no one… yet wanted by 
most. She says goodbyes as easy as she says hi and compromises with 
no one. The heartbreaker is an unreachable star not even explored by the 
astronauts.

The heartbreaker is like a princess trap in a spell, guarded by an evil 
witch I don’t think I would ever beat. She is heaven and hell. She is 
shy and liberal at times; romantic but prosaic. She is a mirage...
a sweet dream, a cold nightmare; promised to no one… yet wanted by 
most. She says goodbyes as easy as she says hi and compromises with 
no one. The heartbreaker is an unreachable star not even explored by the 
astronauts.

I don’t know what to do to keep my love for her alive. The more I 
pursue her, the more distant she seems. Sometimes I feel like she 
doesn’t want to be a part of me. Why the heartbreaker keeps playing 
with my head…? Doesn’t she see I’m in love with her? I can’t take it 
anymore! I can’t keep playing this game.


The heartbreaker is a tease; she’s free, and belongs to no one. 
Everyone desires her but not too many people get a chance. I just 
need one chance to conquer her heart. If for a second she would look at 
me again…If only she could see what I hold inside; the pain she has 
cause me, the many nights I cried. I am a joke too many, a fool to 
some, and a dreamer to those who don’t see I’m awake... pursuing a love I just can’t let go.

The heartbreaker... like an echo in my head follows me everywhere I go;
in the laughter of a child, in the sweet voice of my mom, in the slave howl for freedom, in an old man’s cry, even in Obhama campaign every 
time he says “yes we can”

How can I let go when she’s engraved in my heart. When are people going to understand, she penetrated my veins? Like a tattoo she is hard to erase. Like a Kool-Aid stain on a white shirt… the heartbreaker on my 
mind stays.

She plays this mind games; when I start to give up on her, the heart 
breaker comes back and takes control of my head, making me believe she would be mine one day. And again, I believe everything is possible and my love for her gets stronger. She seems closer, but when I’m about to touch her, she flees from me. It’s like chasing after the wind!

I don’t want to give up on my dream… but it seems like I’m never going 
to make it in this music sh!t… there’s no friends in this business, 
where envy and hate reined, we all after the same sh!t. Fame is the 
heartbreaker, and she broke my heart again.



By: GiGi
Inspired by: Johancopyrighted: 5/21/12

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