Some days,
I don't know what is right and what is wrong.
I forget dreams and reality,
destiny and goal,
faith and fear,
hopefulness and hopelessness,
sympathy and empathy,
people and myself,
heaven, sin, earth, and good-bad things.
I forget what love is and whom to love.
All I know is I'm lost,
Unfamiliar tiny object in this vast universe.
I'm smaller than the smallest particles,
And some days, divine as much as the universe.
But the divinity and agony make no difference,
As I know I'm lost between my existence and my reality.
I'm lost between wisdom and worldly rattraps,
Struck at the phrase of life, phrasing unconsciously the thread of life.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poésie"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
