The laughter of the crowd around is mute,
I'm above the stardust,
Which consumed all of me.
Sure, it isn't a result of consuming marijuana.
Yeah, it can be the consequences of what I had feared.
I'm messing it all up,
I decided the end before the beginning.
Once it was positive, which was scary,
Now it's been negative and still is scary.
Once I gave all of me,
Though I didn't get what I had desired,
Instead, I was moved to where I did belong.
This time too indeed I do not belong,
I might not be the wanted one,
I might be the scary one,
Foolish as always.
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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...
