in every pink lilies, she breathes thru it.
the love that taught each kinds of journey
when we’re so in, we breathe thru it
like every pink lilies that always reminds me over what the real ‘love’ was
it represents how sincere, gentle, and calm love was
we breathe thru love..
we live thru love..
we soak thru love..
somehow, it’s harsh to know that pouring love can be such a worst tragedy
a nightmare that we never wished to be appeared in our late night sleep
“love isn’t supposed to be first thing that hurts you entirely” i said to me and myself.. seeking for beliefs from no one but the love itself
but what love has did to me was more than a tragedy
more than a worst nightmare
but there she is,
still doing so for breathing thru love
despite leave it all behind, she finds out more beliefs so that it will stay grows and grows better
from every pink lilies, she breathes thru it.
p.s its february 14th !!! happy val’s day to my dearest readers ^_^♡ have a lovely friday n thanks for reading :3
