It is because of him,
that my heart bleeds with happiness.
Every single thought of him,
it keeps me from being young
and in love without hesitation.
It is because of him,
that I learned to become a wolf
— wild and brave.
A life without him
is a life that seems
so worthless to live.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden of Words
RandomThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
