A game called love, they played
First happy but broken in the end
A waiting game, waiting to be recognized
But then, it was all a lie
He, the boy she always dream and want
She, the one who loves him most
A story of a love like mist
Where the characters are played by fate
They once loved each other
She thinks nothing matters
But then later on she realized
That he never loved her and he lied
A story like fairytale
Differentiating dream from real
Broken heart, what he made
An epitome of a perfect heartache
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Efflorescence
PoetryEfflorescence means flowering or blooming. And just like this word everything is a process and everything happens for a reason. What happens now is part of God's plan for us. Always remember to believe in yourself and trust God always. Let yourself...
