I dont know why.
I dont know when.
But the roses began to bloom time ago by my side.
I don't know who,I don't want to know.
I only know that I want it to be you.
Because the story is not ideal.
It's not perfect.
Its not like the books.
The kind of book in which the main characters fall in love.
This is difficult.
Our story its not like the books.
But i'm trying to make it narrated by a romantic someone.
Our story its not like the books.
And if it were, right now it would be a mystery story.
If i could only write the story.
Design when and who.
A golden opportunity.
If only i could grab the pen and ink.
But I cannot.
Because I'm locked between iron bars.
I'm too far away from trying to grab the pen.
Because the story is not ideal.
It's not perfect.
Its not like the books.
The kind of book in which the main. characters fall in love
This is difficult.
Our story its not like the books.
But i'm trying to make it narrated by a romantic someone.
Our story its not like the books.
And if it were, right now it would be a mystery story.
If i had just one chance.
To change this story.
And even then I had to search among thousands of books.
If I had to search in the largest bookstore in the world.
I would do it without thinking twice.
Because the story is not ideal.
It's not perfect.
Its not like the books.
The kind of book in which the main. characters fall in love
This is difficult.
Our story its not like the books.
But i'm trying to make it narrated by a romantic someone.
Our story its not like the books.
And if it were, right now it would be a mystery story.
YOU ARE READING
My Dear Impossible Love
PoesiaWords written with my blood and my tears,some verses and songs I wrote to vent in the form of letters,love letters. This songs are for the romantic hopeless,for those who love fails them,but,they keep trying.
