My love is a splash of tears.

Stories of my feelings for you have all been illustrious, Look at how they are all linked to your name, Perhaps it is my generosity that I am silent till now, Even though I know all of your failings. People who don't burn from inside, They are like dead vessels, The only thing being cold are the bodies. Burn this world to the ground with my silent words, When my destiny is to cease to exist eventually. Then where's the harm in flaring up before turning to ashes. And those ashes become of my strength. Expectation touching hope should never…