Stop torturing yourself from now on,

Luminous sunshine penetrates the foyer leaving hundreds of rays rattling over my teary eyes. I am not that circumspect, I am not that docile to care for the dumaflache you are holding. I am trembling in tears holding back the old days we knotted each other to the loop of reciprocal affair. How many times do I have to tell myself stop dangling with such a mood? How many times do I have to cure the wound that has been tortured for so long?
Days continue passing without minding much the nostalgic me anymore. I am still the despondent but vivid soul being skeptical all time round about your love, and about the destiny that circles our life.

Hiss and preach

Outsiders do

Kiss and bleed

Love proves

Sometimes it's dope

Sometimes it's cruel

Sometime it's hope

Sometimes it's woe

The whirlwind relationship gets dampened :))) ironically