I Hate You My Love

There was always that light twinkling in each star at the heart of dead nightThere was always that music on the deafening silence in my empty roomThere was always that pleasure traveling in every pages of my thick old books.Then there you came my loveOffered me company and comfort, But not long as the painContinue reading “I Hate You My Love”

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