A twisted tale about the reunion of two lovers. A twisted tale about the reunion of two lovers.

Love makes me restless Love makes me restless

Now, there are no traces of him, neither his last remains inside in me, Now, there are no traces of him, neither his last remains inside in me,

My eyes are dry with the hope of seeing someone helping the other. My eyes are dry with the hope of seeing someone helping the other.

This poem throw light on the quality that you should not be possessive. This poem throw light on the quality that you should not be possessive.

DEPRESS DEPRESS DEPRESS and fall in hate that moment. DEPRESS DEPRESS DEPRESS and fall in hate that moment.