What a lunatic she is
Dreaming for a happy ending.
Doesn't she knows,
It is forbidden to be happy
Like dancing in the rain
With your lover standing around
Or a happy candyland
With a lollipop in your hand
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
