Sometimes I wish I had the answers,
I feel lost in these strangest places of life,
I was somewhere before somewhere now,
May be I could go through all those instances,
So I could watch the growth happening,
But at the end, I know nothing will remain the same,
Sometimes I want to ask,
Hey stranger have you known this girl?
Is she loosing track of time?
Or just times running past her?
Wandering in this story which page I'm on but I'm afraid ending might not be in a way I want,
I want to watch all those autumns but I'm afraid I might fall,
I want to visit through those summers but I'm afraid I'd be lonely,
Sometimes I want to visit the spring but sensitivity scared me,
I want hug the winters but I fear I might get cold.
Sometimes I wish I had the answers,
I feel lost in these strangest places of life,
I was somewhere before somewhere now.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
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...
