When you find out that life is not delightful, you will take any opening, and you will believe it is love till you fed up with trying.
Then, when sincere love walks by, you will be very busy nursing your wounds.
Love will call your name, many times, but, you will never be able to hear his song.
You will be impaled in the pages of a forgotten romantic Shakespearean novel.
A story is waiting to be alive one day.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (#Wattys2016)
PoetryA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
