Jun 2020
I only write when I'm sad
Broken, frustrated, mad.
I can't think of anything
In days when I'm great
This, this is an exception
A first at all.
Somehow lost for words
Yet strangely, able to type
The point is, my point is
Love...,
Sometimes I am lost
But always found, by you
Broken, frustrated, mad.
I can't think of anything
In days when I'm great
This, this is an exception
A first at all.
Somehow lost for words
Yet strangely, able to type
The point is, my point is
Love...,
Sometimes I am lost
But always found, by you
I can't express it properly... Just my point is I have always made an exception for love. In a great way..
