Decided to make something that gives out the real me… Hope you enjoy.

A poem I wrote about a past relationship. We were so good, and then I’m expected to believe it was never love at all? No.

Lessons are learnt from mistakes.

Bitter people are the most unpleasant.

I don’t want any trouble.

Just a short poem.

They say that the best things are found on what is untold. I say, that’s where one’s regret could come from.

Pessimistic love.

Whoever said, time heals all pain…?

April PAD Challenge Day 11- Maybe (blank)