Heart Curse

Time is not within a lachuuss .my.
Dismiss the image has been forgotten
I forget blur disappearing ink.
Despite the cut, the tree roots
Years later, the water I had made a mistake in absentia under
When my chest
Sentenced to burn as long as you breathe slowly
No tears when crying out the flame of the heart
I smile in my life is worth a mere Samuels Hmone
I have my chest I was right
Curse your heart beetle
Driving life tragedies.
author: @thaelay1
photo:cedit google images