You and I are like the sin
Engraved on the stones ages ago,
Waiting for the universe to destroy us
Or to build us,
Without the surface of good or evil over our head.
Though we loved and hated
But our shadows have hid the places
From where love and hate can arise,
Darkness is underneath our eyes,
But our mind is holy gravel
By the thought of darkness to lose ourselves in forever.
The sides we own are the familiarity of us
And existence of each other,
Pulling each other closer
And pushing away at the same time,
As if the fight for lead
Is going to win over the good sides we did search for,
Ending up in those dark places again.
You and I are like the sin
Engraved on the stones ages ago.
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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...
