Nothing left...
Fault in their stars That their love had no bars Found ourselves in middle of a sea Not to mention, but no place to pee love was growing on a boat of wood They were alone and weren't doing what they should You see sex was something they have explored for N number of times Their chemistry was growing on a plant of sweet lies Again a love story! He said Not with love, but with anger, his cheeks went red On a blank paper she scribbled something constantly He didn't know she was penning down their destiny Who knew how much truth it had? She was enjoying every bit of writing the fantasy with him that she had Quite sometime passed by All they had was music food and a bottle of wine On a trip of 10 days they explored all that they could About the sea and about eachother too Though their ride was on sea, The ride gave them nothing to be gleed On the day seven, their relationship was void of feel She couldn't bare him, he couldn't stand Her love notes ...