Oblivion of old love never stopped crossing my mind,
The river which I used to love became the part of my nightmare,
And grass I used to smell became the appearance of time,
The garden of blooming youth just existed in my daydreams,
While I'm here still questioning would it have been any different if I had choosen a different path ?
I used to love all those morning rains but I ended up falling for midnight rain.
I used to love the daylight hours which now became my eclipse,
And I wander if I'd ever cross your mind like the you do mine ?
I'm not hopeless neither the hopeful, neither I got the willingness to be condemned in that old bewitchment but all I want to say is I was enchanted when I saw you, it all felt like a dream but now it all seemed like delusional nightmare which got me reading to all those poems of hopeless love I've written.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
