Dear nobody,
Love itself brings no rule. Love is a language only eyes can speak. Yet I gave you one, get me drowned in the ocean of your love. The rule has been broken, the memories have been torn. Responsible who? You, yes you. You don't own that much fingers to count the pains you gave. I've been a mere clown with colourful paints on me, reason for your mockery.
I now drape a shawl of darkness woven with sorrows. Afraid of getting myself soaked in the amiable sunlight, I fear of getting burnt. Be gone and never turn around...
Author's Note: I wrote this prose for a person who never loved me.
