As if it is a
puzzle,
My unrequited
love left
Went our
distant ways
Bound to
meet again
By the red
string of faith
Without
having met at all.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
That Pearl hanging
by
your cheek,
If it's for me,
I think it's glee
Otherwise,
It's not
beautiful
at all.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
How crazy it is that we met,
Every scene of it, I would not forget.
Reality of my fantasy.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
If she would leave here,
to fill her pail,
to seek her keep,
then I concede.
But I cannot chart
that it pains my heart,
to see her smile
as I see her fly.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC