I wish for a day when darkness would just stop turning into light
So I could also stop wishing for hope and new beginnings
And end up sulking, wishing for a different ending
I wish the would stop turning and returning
So the cycle will be put to an end
And I would stop wondering how should I start again
I wish for it every single day
And when the sun sets and lost its ray
I keep asking,
Don't I deserve my own dream come true?
Or am I just meant to just let the day go through?
Every day, I am stuck in the cycle of hoping
Of new beginnings, and of wishing
I thought disappointment is where it ends
But I just end up hoping again
I'm stuck in wishing,
Hoping my wishes would not end up as wishes again
But then again,
the universe has robbed me of it
So, I settled my wishes to just contentment
Even if I wasn't.
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Miss Hearstrong
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Facade
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that wishes to speak of the facades we put ourselves upfront. Every words of this work is meant to unleash what is behind every facades, and the truth behind our strong-willed character.
