I thought I'll love you in shades
And you, you'd love me like Juliet to her Romeo
But these strings are silently tugging, and I can feel them even now..
I thought I'll love you in shades, but how do I explain that though, try, I have, I can't escape the fact that this feeling burns until it's no longer crimson?
I do not want to be your Romeo, nor do I want you to be my Juliet. Let us create our own stories, rather than fill the lapses of someone else's.
And maybe when the world is no longer cold, we would have written the last pages of this heart-throbing romance.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers From The Dark
ŞiirIt all started with one person -the bane of my existence. And from there, the whole random package. This has to be the deepest emotions I've felt penned down in one single book-did i break that person or did I end up broken?
