Oh don't be afraid, you aren't alone,
Life has got you,
That little something which often take you to the places that haunts you will be gone just wait till it's morning again,
Though I can give you the hopes the evil will be faded, but I'm not sure whether the light of childhood shall brighten again,
The warmth of childhood memories became the cold embrace of life,
The more you grown the more you realised the materialistic reality and hyper individuality of this world,
Saw the relationships breaking, fading and misunderstanding growing,
Watched people leaving,
Came to know that all along you were deceived by the naiveness of childhood,
Saw the realities when you were grown,
I know it's cold out there cause festivals are near,
But I promise next time the festival won't bring this sadness again.
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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...
