February 08, 2014

Love Poem? Uhm.

Love might be the most destructive things in this world. 
But, guess what? 
Everything feels right when I'm with you. 
Sin turns into gift. 
Hell turns into heaven. 
Sorrow turns into joy. 
Sadness turns into happiness. 
Prison turns into home. 
This might sound too common, too cheesy or, too what-so-ever, 
but,
I love you. 


—miles won't do us apart. 




N. 

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