Do you have miss?

Do you have miss?

When you spread the seeds of love

I kept guarding, I showered with poor beads of sweat

the shoots are rising

join in witnessing for our love

But now you dry and wither

Nutrition only flows through my pulse

And increasingly lush green on the breath of my life

Do you grow roots in your leaves?

or is it extracted from being squeezed from the shade of the next plant

Is this love only in the left heart chamber, so your heart has no taste?

while this longing is more torturous

And suffocated between your winding twists and turns.

Oooh, I just realized that you chose him

unrequited love