Why is it that it is more painful to dream?
Must it be because I know I will not be able to call it mine?
No matter how hard I reach for it, it just seems so far away,
And nothing I begged for to be with me has stayed.
Deserving something shiny is not my destiny,
I know I was born to be filled with melancholy,
With misery staying close by my side,
There is nowhere left for me to hide.
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
