Ever wished to paint your dreams?
Fill it with colors?
Lots of radiant colors?
Ever wished to be truly happy?
Laugh without any worry?
Laugh because you felt like it not because you want to hide your pain?
I did.
What can I say?
I am a man who wishes a lot.
I am a man who wishes and dreams and hopes.
A man who doesn't do anything to fulfill his wishes, make his dreams come true.
Because I am also a man who is scared.
Scared of failures.
Scared that he will never hope again.
And, in the end, I am a man who only wishes.
A/N:
Hey everyone. I am finishing this book since I don't write poems now. I mean, I do, but not that much. I thought of posting my old poems but they are not good enough(yes, they are worse than the poems I post.) So yeah, it was a good journey and I met some supportive people who appreciate my poems no matter how bad I think of my poems. And I am grateful for all of your love and support. Also, I am working on a story, maybe that's the reason I am ending this book. But I will be back :3
So, stay safe, stay healthy, drink loads of water and read books!
