The moment of loneliness is a moment to fall,
So I pushed away all those ones who were there,
Fearing one more misunderstanding and I'll be there again,
Crying in the mourn of hollowing death.
I knew the moment to be lonely is the moment to fall,
Still, I gave my best to keep it all,
But at last, it sounded like a foolish hope,
Sounding like all those regrets echoing inside my head.
The moment of desperation is a moment to take action,
The desperation had led it to the kind of mourn
That cannot be turned into words.
Wonder if these moments of desperation
Indeed would not be regretful,
But why they hit like the bullets crashing through the heart,
Wonder whether they've been the utterances of thoughts I had,
Or the perceptions which they had given me.
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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...
