The void will be fulfilled by new comers,
But the loneliness engraved in by goners would remain within,
The loneliness within will growled a hollowing voice of lonely death when it all come back,
As the new comers will become goners too,
This suffer is lonely,
But this suffer would be less lonely,
If only one would learn to enjoy their own company,
The goners will go, comers will also go,
But the hope of being permanent to oneself will remain,
Though someday loneliness will hit again craving for the sense of belongingness,
But the trees will become your friends,
The forest will be your home and animal will be your family,
It could have been that way only if one would found jungle as an escape,
But it's ok you cannot still live that all inside your head just like that loneliness.
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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...
