Wander which version of mine one would see the next,
Never getting over that constant search of loosing oneself to gaining oneself,
Daydreams that used to make feel alive became the delusions,
Nights which were the warmth became the scariest screams around,
Libraries used to be the beloved one, now they just hold the hollow silences,
Canteen's and public places became the places where only sounds hurt the ears,
The people which were like home brought the fear if the darkness inside would scare them away,
Wander which version of mine one would see the next,
As if I'm the darkness,
I'm the light,
I'm a human, I'm monster,
Never getting over that constant search of loosing oneself to gaining oneself.
I've become that nightmare of my daydreams,
I've become that firework of my own in this sad empty town of mine,
I glowed this town earlier which is now got covered by my own shadowed,
I dim the lights of that town,
Now I'm walking in darkness holding that one candlelight among the shadows of my own.
Wander which version of mine one would see the next,
Never getting over that constant search of loosing oneself to gaining oneself.
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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...
