Poetry is failed love. the verses that you read uncountable times in the name of him and turned each word into a scar. Poetry is everything from zero to infinity, from last leaf on a withered tree to the rainbow after rain, from falling in love to falling out of love with him. (Read The Caption) Poetry is first love. the slow flutters you felt in your belly when he held your hand for the first time. Poetry is unrequited love. the last pages of notebooks
