I'm trying to build the castle of my dreams,
With that every little brick I own,
Even if it's half, broken, trodden, or in bad condition,
Whether is it a false belief or a hope of life that I'm giving to this castle of mine,
That someday I'll built it,
Someday this castle of dream would be something that I'll own,
Sometimes I've this strong faith that yes one day they all will come true,
But one the hopeless days when my eyes fall on these half broken bricks,
I want to ask, "Would I ever a build a strong of home of castle with these broke bricks that keeps breaking into more little pieces?"
Sometimes my beliefs gives me the power of eternity,
But sometimes they scare me with the question where these paths will take me?
Where this journey of hopeless dreamer would end?
But I hope life would exchange the price charming with castle,
Cause no prince charming ever stayed,
But I know castle will provide me roof over my head to stay there forever!
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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...
