what if I unfold and she abandon me like anyone. what if I draw sketch and she hurt the wounded injuries. what if I open flaws and she judge the judgement. But still ? this heart though beyond curable, believed the secret gaze and open up fortuitously. In utter words I was mesmerized, she handle the lines carefully ,weep to heal and give not just hope but wings to soar high. she embrace the emptiness, assuring there is a better place. Somewhere he began to re-believe that angel do exist in his universe. Broken but mend by a disguise angel❤
