Thursday, November 8, 2012


I may sound like someone in early blossom,
and true love is out of reach.
this apocalyptic time when you left me, i could have foreseen.

I may sound like I shall never dream,
of truthful love of faithful twain.
as we rendered a dearth of nightmare together to haunt our rest of days.

How in world I ever believe,
aye! aye! I may sound I conceive in gloomy-tales.
but you should always know this serendipity deceived my soul.
broke my heart and I regret my role...