Love confide no curiosity in one's existence,
Unless it's about what one can provide,
Though it seemed like a holy process,
But here people plays with the blues of delusions,
Rainbows of ruthlessness and victimization,
Worshipping the people whom we love become the greatest mistake we ever do in our lives,
The mistakes which ruined the base of childhood,
Lead the insecurities of youth,
Where love seems like more of a ruthless game,
Instead just as a process of giving and providing to the loved ones,
As you realise harder you tried to please,
The worsen it gets,
The better you try to be for them,
The less they make you feel as ever,
And the cyclic process of regression keeps going on.
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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...
