When the tears became knives that cut through the swollen wounds on my cheeks, I wished on a starless night that the moon would cast a spell on my vulnerable and emotional heart, to stop those damn tears. So now, I pay the price, of my reckless wish. Since the tears disappeared, nothing wash away the pain , and instead I end up feeling the bitterness taking over me. And that vulnerable and emotional heart of mine is now turning to stone.
But you know what's worse, I'm not sure I want that to go away!
But you know what's worse, I'm not sure I want that to go away!
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