Loving you is believing that tears could turn into pearls, reckoning that stars really twinkle.
Stars burn and tears dries. I pretend to believe that you have loved me, but like those beliefs none of it are true.
Loving you was a losing game that I'd never surrendered. For I had foolish conviction that kept me going.
Losing, for I knew and saw from the beginning the picturesque of heartbreak at the corner.
If this melancholy would end, relieve me from another despair for my heart will no longer beat anew.
-aunt_basyang
