We live, we laugh, we cry; Is it what we're supposed to call a life?
If this is life, then why it's not as beautiful as we thought it would be?
Would you rather have a good beginning and lose it,
Or, you choose pain in the beginning so that in the end it's the success and love you'll gain?
What's the guarantee that you'll go through hardships and get the rewards in the end?
Life is life, not a movie; which end perfectly,
Life isn't a book whose ending is always chosen.
What if, my reward was you?
What if, it was you all along who could have gave me a better ending?
Would you do it? Do it for me?
The moon & The sun couldn't meet,
But, we can be the two stars who could meet.
The sun, gave the moon light for her to glow,
But we could be two stars, who are together;
Whether, they glow or not, visible or not.
We love, we hate, we die;
Then why, being together and loving each other isn't something we genuinely try?
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Pieces of her
Poetry✎ᝰ ── ⎙ PIECES OF HER ── Sharing some pieces of mine here; Probably you can relate? But I'd hope no one relates to it, Though I badly want someone to say that 'You weren't alone, Nia; I've felt like that too' ᥫ᭡ written by @nxxratz_ .ೃ࿐
