Love is said to be boundless like time and space that is neither understood by gods and people in stories They say it is through the heart that beats roughly a hundred thousand a day that set ablaze to those…
Her eyes lock dead her smile fixed, a perfect picture from a crushed dream She, she who wanted to be a portrait to show, She who wanted to be An art, she- A masterpiece for others A disgrace to herself…
How I wish I can hug you when you hurt yourself,
How I wish I can hold you when you're cold,
How I wish I could've ended my story differently with a family, a life worth living
Without me feeling like my life is worth killing.