I am ashamed by thinking myself as the best and gentle by comparing with a stranger by his look. Sometimes we speak a lot but do a little or never follow our words. This story is the same, 'Speaking a lot is easier, doing something little is Harder'
The love was broken, the feel of boy can melt the candle before it lits. She told to broke up, I got anger, then I saw its all because of her dad. Now my bleeding heart tended itself.
A poem abt life For the people who r in greyif you cant understand mean comment below.