One reckless heart

You said your heart is mine back then and I lose it. But the truth is, I wish it was. Your tongue speaks lies again. And I just keep quiet and told myself. How can I lose something that I don't own?


  Papers filled with so many memories left unseen, scattered everywhere wanted to be seen willing to share what it says. An image of a young lady all put together and created a story. Behind those brown eyes no more traces of lies. If only those stares speaks, those eyes so complete. Little did everyone … Continue reading Photographs