Your conspiracy to bring floods into my room, irks me.
I really wonder when did you last sleep?
It hurts me to watch you lose your glee to an abominable agony.
I have been admonished against the drug-house at the corner of the street, wondering why nobody bothered to warn you about that heartbeat, that made you lose all the hues of life.
I beg you to reinstall courage, for often in life, we have to put our memoir into flames, in order to demolish them. With each ignition, we write it over and heal our pain. I hope, no more tears will roll down, enabling the sparkle of each wink!
No wonder you are Pastel Pretty !!