Love, love, love, oh dear,
I hope you will stay near.
Love, love, love, time is flying,
I'm broken cause I refused to believe that he's lying.
Love, love, love what should I do,
Waiting on the window remembering how the time flew.
Love, love, love, do your hear my pain,
My hands are tired of every chain.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI believe, writing is artistic. Every time you hold a pen, you make art with the ink in that pen, a beautiful drawing. Writing can express a lot, more than you can imagine. Without writing our existences are meaningless. So everyone should take the...
