We were born on the month of August
When the wind and rain created ruckus
Aphrodite that night turned villainous
That's why our fate together become disastrous
.
Love is written in the stars they say,
But our love appear in different way
Oh! fate forgot to write our names
because the sky that night was flooded with rain.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
DEAR SELF,
Thơ Ca"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
