For some unsaid reason, the songs you listen at night, hits your heart so hard that it makes you cry. Even when you know you are weak on your knees for it, you don’t stop listening to songs at night. For the same unsaid reason, my heart loves you, even when it knows you make it hard with stones thick words. You aren’t my weakness. Words are.
~ © 2016 Shruthi Jothsana ~