It was midsummer night,
I was lying wide awake with my window open making a way for a breeze.
Through my window, I can glimpse a pale glow on the unlit part of the crescent moon,
Unclear just like my rustic sorrowful life.
My wondering eyes than fell upon the portrait of the most beautiful women I've ever met hung on the west side on a beautiful easel.
Although her memories makes me morose and silent.
Remembered what a candor friend of mine told me once;
Do not fall in love,
She will kill with her smile;
She can wound with her eyes;
She can ruin your fate with her casual lies.
I loss my fight for someone to love me,
and I loss too in fighting for someone who loves me.
My luck was blind;
Now, my changes was inevitable..
© Sarsinot