If ye had been the prey
Thee must hath realised,
How could one feel,
If ye set bait which never feed the mice,
Just a piece to decide its designation
Under the influence.
To be killed by the hero
It had imagined to give it food,
Not realising it is just a bait
To become part of their game
Of archer and prey.
If ye had been the prey
Thee must hath realised,
How could that mice have felt
Being the prey and the archer?
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"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...
