It is hard to frown. It is hard to be with you. It is hard to fall in love to someone you know, you will not be loved back.
Eye shadows, maskaras, and eyeliners are not your necessities. You are beautiful as you are. Stay simple, for that is your beauty.
Tear drops turn into paint, in crystal forms on your shirt, as if I saw art in some kind of natural manner.
I am now spinning fantasies around my mind. I love everything about the way you make me feel; I am obsessed with you. The fantasies, day dreaming, and the disturbing thoughts about loosing you, all of which makes me love you more.
But your eyes somehow got weary and red. I beg you not to cry. I beg you to love me so, but you neglected it.
YOU ARE READING
•ONE SHOTS •
RandomSome short literature written by me and any of my friends. Something so random and yeah, random. ONE SHOTS !
