All the world is a stage, including my love story
I remember, when his eyes twinkled like starts
and the moon seemed to smile at me
as if I was courting him
in fact, I was smoldering for days
after I expressed my love
my anger like a flame of fire
ouch ! am I burned up !!
his fake smile just added fuel to the fire
so, it makes my thoughts tangled like a traffic jam
and missing him like I have a small house
it's really lonely
and memories with him is like a dream within the dream
because memory is a crazy woman who loves men who had left
and that crazy women is me