Poetries and stories. The Verses of Life.

Your painting still exists in my heart.

When I painted you in my heart and when I started loving you hard, it felt heavenly but it's so sorrowful that I got no response. And my life goes on, however I passed through the hard nights but still there is a need in my heart of someone but no one looks at me. I am the happiest outside and at last I had to die all alone. -aphilopoet