In the final residue of May, He appeared amidst the remainder of Spring breeze, Bringing along a promise for the Summer, Buried underneath diminishing sparkling pulses, Feelings that shouldn't be, I believed in his promise, I believed anything and everything he said, Even if I knew believing is a grave mistake, But what do I do when he disappeared before I could admit it, What do I do when I let him break into my protected ref

  When I was nine, I first learned the pain of falling, It was on a brilliant morning on a sunny day. When I was nineteen, I first learned the woe of wordless rejection without even confessing, It was on a beautiful noon's concert I couldn't pay. When I was twenty-nine, I first learned the sorrow of hating, It was on a cold evening, when the