Jun 2017
It is a l w a y s sad . . .
To read
Other poet's
Rhymes, about
Heartbreaks and neglects,
Felt like a burst
Of your blotting ink.
It is a l w a y s sad . . .
That sunburns
To a winter-frosted heart,
Exist in every soul,
That seeks for love.
It is a l w a y s s a d . . .*
That there would
Be love,
Only meant to get,
Old and white.
To read
Other poet's
Rhymes, about
Heartbreaks and neglects,
Felt like a burst
Of your blotting ink.
It is a l w a y s sad . . .
That sunburns
To a winter-frosted heart,
Exist in every soul,
That seeks for love.
It is a l w a y s s a d . . .*
That there would
Be love,
Only meant to get,
Old and white.
