Not snatching your lover,
Just writing him a poem,
I know he was never mine,
He's all yours,
But all I wanted was to build a fantasy,
Atleast there was one person who treated me right,
Though I know it isn't true,
I don't want him,
But his memories hits me,
Realising he never treated my in a right manner,
But also he never treated me so bad,
Remembering that he wasn't with too many girls too make me feel insecure,
It's just that before thoughts of him used to save me from all kinds of trauma,
Though it was never the truth,
The only truth about it was escape,
And again I wanted to know whether I could found that escape again,
No I'm not snatching your lover,
Cause at the end, I know I'd rather move away than fighting for someone or snatching someone,
Cause I know these pangs, and joys of love aren't for me.
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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...
