Just pouring out my imagination on the paper.
Started writing with no idea of what love is, just painted down the silhouette of my dreams on the paper.
And continuing since.
Eventually found what love is, knew it, felt it, grasped it, now colouring that silhouette and turning it into him.
And continuing since.
It's all a bunch of words I stir and mix and mingle with the melody of him playing in my mind which turns out into a prose that I present to you here.
Enjoy my words and his melody :)
Hope you like what I write.
Feel free to give suggestions and let me know if you liked my work.
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Love♡
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Aug 19, 2019 06:53PM
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