~Unknown~



Days are going hours to hours .
Nights are falling on your heart , the storm called  "missing" will hit you harder on your chest .
Every morning you are waiting for a miracle to come and rescue you .

And you can only know one thing , that ..
Waiting for love hurts ,
Being away from love hurts ,
Having love hurts ,
And ...
Love is no longer beautiful .
Love is not sweet but bitter .
Love gives nothing but sadness and heart broken .
Love does nothing but hurts .



Maybe to me , love will be better than a garden full of jasmine and aster and roses .
Maybe to me , love will be better than a colourful rainbow after a charming rain .
And maybe better than marvel that you are waiting for ever day .
Maybe better than a world that you are living in .
Maybe I found you too far from my soft estimation .
Maybe you are being little harsh about falling in love .
Maybe I  don't want to hear your sore words .

Because I can love every day with my every breath .
Because I can fall in love again and again .
I can fall in love , with plenty of plans that I have in my head , all rushing up one by one and I'm so exited about them and I have no idea where to start .

Because every thing will sound so perfectly in place when I see you smile .
And every thing will make a flawless sense when I feel my heart beats .
And I can enjoy every among of love over and over again , so are you ?

Why don't we give it a break , and love the things we have already ?...
What have you lost ?
Your heart ?
Your soulmate ?
You can fine it again .
Because love is love when it's true love .

So what ever belongs to you , will come back to you , no matter what .





-Mayathewriter//themiraclegalaxyofmypen||.





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