Hp doesn’t want to read Post as you please Hp doesn’t want to show its feed The streams mostly go empty Sometimes some words Are seen Rest they all go hiding Under a rock Or into unknown dreams Waking to The empty Hp stream
She is gone I wish I can see you again... I wish I knew your Name that, I will write for you a lovely poetries and give you a rose flower and diamond ring
A magic box where all of your ugliness and cruelty are forgiven when you recite the sin list to your priest and perform penance. Guilt lives in shadows of the heart always whispering madness.