She shouldn't be ashamed of not fulfilling her promises. Even promises are made for the fulfillment?

She doesn't need a sword. Her Glittering Eyes are enough itself.

An oil lamp burning at his home's doorway. It can't be seen from him.

There was a girl She likes to draw

Every Sunday morning I take a light jog around a park near my home. There's a lake located in one corner of the park. Each time I jog by this lake, I see the same elderly woman sitting at the water's...

People can be so sly They know they'll get hurt

All we ever were, all that we are is broken. He broke my heart, so many times, I've gone numb. I can't seem to feel anything, except pain. Now that i'm broken he's moving on to his next victim. A girl...

"He was searching her on Social media" "In his phone, in world, everywhere"

When i was collecting my broken heart, He came

Her memories are like drug. Slowly... Slowly

She has left him equally poised. He can either be drifted out by a single tear drop.

His existence endorsed, when all was lost. He met with himself,

At 8, he sat on the station again, In the hope that she might catch the same train

Life is so strange nothing stays the same Everything change but who to blame?