You and I are like the sin engraved on the stones ages ago,
Waiting for the universe to destroy us or to build us,
Without the surface of good or evil over our head,
Though we loved and hated but our shadows have hid the places from where love and hate can arise,
Darkness is underneath our eyes,
But our mind is holy gravel by the thought of darkness to loose ourselves in forever,
The sides we own are the familiarity of us and existence of each other,
Pulling each other closer and pushing away at the same time,
As if the fight for lead is going to win over the good sides we did search for,
Ending up in those dark places again,
You and I are like the sin engraved on the stones ages ago.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
