Tale of my heart
TALE OF MY HEART
This vale image is a shadow of a great man, I can’t dream anymore, I don’t want to dream anymore.
Wanting is weary, hoping is torturous and waiting is agonizing, who will tell him on this hunger that my heart possess, who will alert him about this yearn in my life, who will tell on this great feeling in my heart.
So I let it be, to drown in mystical moments of undying promises, loyalty and trust in hope that this great man will love me some day as I do now.
This vale image is a shadow of a great man, I can’t dream anymore, I don’t want to dream anymore.
Wanting is weary, hoping is torturous and waiting is agonizing, who will tell him on this hunger that my heart possess, who will alert him about this yearn in my life, who will tell on this great feeling in my heart.
So I let it be, to drown in mystical moments of undying promises, loyalty and trust in hope that this great man will love me some day as I do now.
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