We sat at the rooftop, counting the stars.
"I know a lot about you" he said,
I shrugged, daringly looking at him to prove his words...
"Orion" he pointed at the beautiful constellation, "that's your favourite"
Followed by an awkward silence...
And out of nowhere, he said;
"I pitied you",
His voice was so soft I could barely hear them;
"Why?!" I asked, curious.
"Every time you fall in love, it always falls at the wrong hand - like a love letter caught by a teacher!"
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
