What if the flower blooms but my heart dies?
—what if you eat it all.
What if I'm busy looking for a place to reside while you're engrossed in sowing rain.
What if finally dusk is no longer your favorite nuance,
and finally you go away while I cry— murmuring your name?
YOU ARE READING
The Untolds
PoetryThere are things in life that you wish you could tell people easily, but you find yourself didn't find any single words, combine it into sentences and make it whole as a story, then tell it to people that some of them, will judge you easily before y...
