Earlier when days used to be hard to endure,
I remembered thinking of you,
And all the pain get banished,
But when I look at it now,
I've none to think of,
Even though there're bunch to think of,
But they ache within like my deepest scare,
They doesn't feel like the way you used to feel like,
You lighted my sorrow,
But they're burdening it,
Even though I know it was all my energy,
There was none of you,
But still I think of you,
Though I remembered you leaving me alone on the weakening and exhausting roads,
But I wander what was there so hopeful for staying while all you did was neglecting me?
Why am I chasing these shadows in hunting line?
When I'm the one to be hunted for the sake of their own hunger,
Even if I'll back it,
I see you chained with your pride,
Today when I look around,
I watch them chaining themselves with their pride.
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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...
