Don't!

The windy roads are mine

where the rainfall, the drop from the ocean came forth to the last rainbow.

I stared on the empty little gray ceiling over the space

to take an option of something much better.

There's a word I hate most, "Don't..."

It's a very delightful mastery on my emotion

where I could put my finger on

and in which I should burn my ambition, thus gone...

There are so many notifications expecting me to believe the thing called Love

I do yet I've given in

I don't want it to let in

for I guess it causes life's burden...