And one day,
the act of pretending lost to pretend again and again against the reality.
And one day,
the world concealed under the 'mask of pretention' unraveled.
And one day,
the lips once entwined in a lovable fallacy, ungratefully parted ways.
And one day,
you'll find yourself standing on that land beneath the scintillating view of the Aurora Borealis.
And your elation ne'er expected serenity any bigger than this..
And one day,
you'd also cherish your expectations flourish in the warmth of utmost optimism.
And one day
you'll get over the suntanned mark of the missing ring on the ring finger:
And maybe you'd wish if those toxic times got any kinder on your
Bruises you've silently endured.
And one day,
Maybe that little kid will learn to stand against the pessism of the pests:
And you'll be so proud to make his ordeals better than all the rest.
And one day,
you'll learn to draw the perfect wing over the layers of your imperfect, smudged out kohl
That your once incessant tears has washed away.
The road ahead of you invisibly mapping stations for you to stop by
Places- brooks or boulders.
The open streets beyond your reveries load extravagancy on your shoulders.
And one day,
the apocalypse bring home the bricks of reformation
The old dunes of which has been swept away.
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~roadmap
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An Aurora over the Skyline
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