You can’t choose who to love
You can’t tell your heart to stop beating for someone
You can’t slave your heart to forget
We can’t master to be not emotional
The truth is, you can’t switch it off
They invade your world
They conquer you and defeated by them
Their charming personality
You’re sick of it cos,
No matter how you try to prove that
You can win over them
You always ended up saying: ‘Hey, I surrender’
Why you are crying?
They are just someone who also breath
But why you’re catching theirs to breath in?
Categories: Poetry | Prose