"Were you in love?"
"Ishq," She smiled sadly, clasping her hands together, the words so familiar on her tongue, so foreign on his, "We call it ishq."
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
