I would defend him in my own eyes
Deep inside I knew he cares no more
No efforts, No messages, for him I mattered no more
Now it feels like lost in silent wood
walking through uncertain routes,
Knowing those innocent looking beautiful flowers
might be poisonous, who knew?
cause' Now that I've had the experience
When I picked a poisonous one all in innocence...
shalaka
(pov of a book)
