O life, O me, O self,
Save me before I'd drawn away,
Save me before these shores will take it all away,
Save me before my existence will be in vain.
O life, O me, O self,
Save me before it'll tear me apart,
Save me before the silences will turn into echoes,
And the loud laughter into doom.
Save me before I'd get lost in the darkness,
O life, O me, O self,
Save me before I'd get blinded by the light,
Save me before I'd set with last sunset for morrow.
Save me before the last tear will be lost,
Save me O life, O me, O self,
There's nothing seem as part of remains
And as if there's nothing except for blank space.
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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...
