Disgusting / shame / victim are not what you use for love! . A letter from the lover who lacked, who lacked being true to confront, lacked being the one to express and lacked to stay ..!
How would you feel to wake up next to a vase of roses and surprisingly you realise that the air that held your memories within a room of betrayal and sorrow, sprinkled a spark of water-like hope to you, with a new home where it was just you...and your memories...yes, this is it, you are healing! Maybe someone was right- " A woman's face with nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but not aquainted With shifting change as is false women's fashion....." - Sonnet 20, A Woman's Face with Nature's Own Hand painted by William Shakespeare Had I not read this, had I not received this beauty of work, I would have never known how I look from someone a far perception who admired my presence at the time. (Breathe)... And he wrote.... Here comes the curious case study To talk about a furious, bold lady Maybe Brahman would not be ready For a rare two-spoon mix of knowledge pretty From Bengal's hear...