Winter Blues

I never knew life could be such a calamity. Or that love could be such a tragedy. When I was little, everyone told me how both should be a beautiful masterpiece, as long as it

I never knew life could be such a calamity. Or that love could be such a tragedy. When I was little, everyone told me how both should be a beautiful masterpiece, as long as it happens naturally.

Love is supposed to be an emblem of eternity. But every time winter comes around and I’m alone, I feel like nothing but a forgotten charity.

You never know what’s really behind those smiling faces. Love at a slow pace because giving your heart away too quick, is just the same as putting your very pretty flowers in a broken vase.

 

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