• diwa_diwa 24w


    I used to cry buckets of tears--
    Each moment, you came to my mind
    And people used to find it arduous
    To look at me, those times.
    Then, at last, came that cognition!
    For, why do I even waste myself--
    Weeping and pining for you--
    When I deem you to be happy,
    Now that you're blissfully free?