Gossips😒

The dark clouds gathered before thunder 


Oh I wish (if only) the rain would deliberately rain down and touch carefully her palm

The most important thing is I felt her in my veins 


The memories of her flow steadily 


They are like the fire that makes my heart beat 


I hide grief and sadness and I managed to hide them well 


I ignore desires, even if they are present 


And bitterness grows together with the longing 


Others whisper to see the poison work its duty and prevent love from blossoming


And the gossips increase to the tune of lies 


The arrogant seductresses fill in with their quire 


How to lower grievance / sadness of the world on an absent random girl 


I feel joy for she came back and I feel annoyance for the compulsion of holding her back

On the night of fire, the heat leaves her burning, and she covers up her grief 


I am a man who is being strong, breaking my tears into small pieces 😢

I shy away from the comfort of a young gazelle who already took place in my heart 💔

and left traces on my cheeks as a witness over it

I wish I was an artist and I had a brush

To paint the love mood and my situation

I still remember one (gazelle) on the path of lovers

Old people have experience

But sometimes old people don’t have the feeling in heart

If those who are jealous of me saw how I suffer from love,😥😓

They would not envy my position💔