i did
it again,
i lost
another
one.
why
do love
change
everything?
why
do love
make
things
hurt?
why?
love
suppose
to be
happy
right?
or maybe,
we are
the blame,
who
made love
miserable.
we are,
the mess.
cruel.
YOU ARE READING
Midst Ephemeral
PoetryYou don't need to read this. If you wil read this, I hope you know the consequences of my hopeless soul.
Love
i did
it again,
i lost
another
one.
why
do love
change
everything?
why
do love
make
things
hurt?
why?
love
suppose
to be
happy
right?
or maybe,
we are
the blame,
who
made love
miserable.
we are,
the mess.
cruel.
