I fell in love
with a dream
that can never
come true.
A dream with a
strong heartbeat
and glowing hazel eyes.
But I haven't dreamed
since I was nine years old,
the only thoughts
invading the darkness
behind my eyelids
were nightmares
and hushed whispers.
I fell in love
with a trace of light
that the darkness
couldn't destroyed
with a simple look.
But it was impossible
to love the light
when I'm the dark,
and my shadowy hand
burns with the touch
of his blazing skin.
It was silly of me;
to love what I can't.
To love my opposite,
to love my enemy.
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Hurt, Pain, Regrets
الشعرwhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
