Through the dark skies, I cried for my broken heart. I'm always thinking if it's really possible for you to at least, like me, care for me, and love me, just like how I did to you for so many years. You send messages that seemed to be okay to you but are not with my perspective. I try to indirectly invite you with my little world of imagination where we could lose our souls into the ethereal sweetness. But I guess I couldn't pull you in my serious trap, after all. I really want you to love me, that's why I'm always crying through the darkest skies amidst the shining stars that could represent every drop of my tears. I could hope for nothing, but I can also hope for something between us.
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Emotion Speaks: Illusions and Aches
RandomA collection of short literary works about emotions springing to life through words of a broken-hearted writer, one-sidedly loving a single man through years of admiration. Mixed works of real and imaginative words, scenarios will always give you t...
