my love for you
...is not as pure as dove
..is not as bright as the stars above
not as beautiful as a thousand symphonies
not even a haunting melody
it may not stood for a thousand years
it may not worth a single tear
for all the things that it is not
it sums up what i forgot
in love you do not choose
and in which everyone lose
That is me being dramatic. This just comes to me. It'll be a waste not to write it down.
No comments:
Post a Comment