How I hate this tears, for it keeps on falling down like waterfalls, it couldn't be stopped. It keeps on flowing on and on and on. No,I never wanted you to see me cry but this eyes of mine have its own mind that tears keeps on welling up on my eyes. How I hate this moment.
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Prose and Rose
PoetryWords are just words unless you sprinkle love on it. And if there is love, the words you'll read will come to life. It will glow like the sun, shine like the moon, twinkle like the stars, that will leave you in awe and in deep admiration. Here are...
