There is a room in our heart, for family.
There is our room in our heart for this 'someone', we called Lover.
Our loved ones, they stay in our heart, like it's their home, and yes we opened. They came room to room in our heart. Into the depth. Till the deepest- room that have fireplace.
They set flames that make us warm.
They, just control this fire place.
Either warm..or burning
When our loved ones leave, what happens to the fireplace?
I know there is a flame that never die,
but what if we get burnt?
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
There is a room in our heart, for family.
There is our room in our heart for this 'someone', we called Lover.
Our loved ones, they stay in our heart, like it's their home, and yes we opened. They came room to room in our heart. Into the depth. Till the deepest- room that have fireplace.
They set flames that make us warm.
They, just control this fire place.
Either warm..or burning
When our loved ones leave, what happens to the fireplace?
I know there is a flame that never die,
but what if we get burnt?
