My heart is not broken

My heart is not broken, even though judging from my posts lately, one could imagine it is. I just love the wave of emotions a broken heart sets off. Wouldn't life be a drag, if we'd never experience emotions bigger than life itself?

Today I've been accompanied by John Mayer and his Continuum album. One of my favourites, Dreaming with a broken heart, has given the day a blue tune, one I enjoyed.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....