In a box

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Midnight remedy

I have thousands of why,
I still hold on those pinky promises,
I still believe there is true love,
Even though my heart has never believed in it,
 I still believe in heartbeats and how my heart flutters when I read your nickname

Because I believe.
A love can be loved
When it is loved with love

I make the effort from far,
loving from a distance,
making sure this love is well-protected.
Now I question:
                 If this love isn't planned to be lasted,                  
why shall it be sparkled then? 
Did you just say to wait for you? It sounded just like yesterday.          
And who are we today.