Oh it is tiresome,
Take me away as soon as light come,
Life's indeed good but the it sounds like exhaustion,
Take me farther as soon as sunrays come,
Heard stories of sadness, happiness, prosperity and poorness,
But this story if nowhere with no destiny, no sky, no earth.
Just our lives and tiresome journeys and us,
So take me away as soon as the darkness fell.
So take me away as soon as these wide open sound sleep well,
Oh death as sweet as honey,
Take it all away with thine heavenly presence,
Don't listen to the voice inside the it all shall sound
Till it doesn't give the bitter taste of itself.
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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...
