Filthy Shades of Love

Love is hurtful complicity. In words, separation, betrayal, textures, sadness, magic & happiness all together-discretion of love can be given. This book is a very personal love forgotten poetry journal, and the author calls it a leftover message journal. Which he wrote because he had a laugh about past obsessing affection. So join the theatrical drama by reading this Filthy Shades of Love. In narrative love happened on Sunday, hurt me on Monday, left me on Tuesday, on Wednesday she beats the mistress, I went with the second wife, made myself needles with Ice-cream, which made me strong, on Thursday I understood what's love, on Friday I moved on & magic gets alive again, and Saturday I loved again-And... you understand the theatrical.

Love is the most critical critic of potential. This feeling can't be simply described. Also in word, love & separation is very peculiar. Because every person understands that hardship. Like you nor him never understands someone, sometimes it could be what you dream, but it's more than five surmised. Making delusion, envisaging, wanting it as a fairy tale, what's love-in which sex_ touch_ memories_ magic affection doesn't get the place, again forgetting others away. Every phantom talked about all leftover. Love is the thing that hurts us, but all he or she does or can do made the left-behind bird caged in the heart. But it makes us human. Your pain towards love made events and glory days hurtful. And that's why relations & sharing life has high and lows. Life is to let go away, love to let love make relations, lies, goods, and play make-believe caged wall to hold. If you have to know the feeling, you have to feel the wrong things. It's going to be broken or broken for you to understand or ask for you. Here, one of those broken debates within closed understanding poetry, where one of these people wants to like love. His whole exists here. It makes us alive. But not curious to know what's the point. In reality, our better half always stick to tell life partner more than our needs, in the end, that's hurt the most. We discovered that ugly stigma, you let go yourself, you did it, your confusion, your mistake, your true self-every time bringing the change in cutting ties let us fade. But did you seriously okay to left it as leftover! Or, dear dairy is the best idea you can come up with to hold onto it...? That what discarded here in every leftover massage because human relations signify wonder mirror.