Perhaps these dreams are faithless,
Perhaps these actions are reckless,
Perhaps the love is ruthless,
Perhaps these thoughts might bring tons of regrets.
Perhaps this aching soul will bring
So many guilts,
Perhaps the day life turns itself
Into a graveyard while becoming older;
These memories will remain
Like the best part of the shadows
Which followed all along.
The young and wild days,
The city lights during night,
The rush in the spine,
The twisting hands,
The country roads,
The talks which have been faithless,
Senseless, but the games
Which had been played like a child
Will remain forever heart healing.
Though often they brought the fear
Of regretting things ahead,
At the end, the days shall remain
As the joy of life and youth.
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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...
