I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Monday, July 13, 2015
Respect
The tears that are meant for someone Are not the tears that are respected The heart that's broken so miserable In not a heart that's loved or revered
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