The heartbreaks, the melancholic strings, all speak the consequence of love..
All that has starting has to end someday,somewhere,somehow...
The poems of betrayal and the people who sob..
Wish nothing but hope to never fall in the cradle of love...
I am one of them but the poetry that flows down my heart..
Makes me wondering and I wish to go back to the start...
If that poetry was beautiful because of you little-elf..
Then I would want to fall in love with you if love wrote itself...
😊
©wanibo
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