I'm trying to build the castle of my dreams,
With that every little brick I own,
Even if it's half, broken, trodden, or in bad condition,
Whether it is a false belief or a hope of life
That I'm giving to this castle of mine.
That someday I'll build it,
Someday this castle of dreams would be something that I'll own.
Sometimes I have this strong faith that yes, one day, they all will come true,
But on the hopeless days, when my eyes fall on these half-broken bricks,
I want to ask,
"Would I ever build a strong home or castle
With these broken bricks that keep breaking into more little pieces?"
Sometimes my beliefs give me the power of eternity,
But sometimes they scare me with the question,
Where will these paths take me?
Where will this journey of a hopeless dreamer end?
But I hope life would exchange the prince charming for the castle,
Because no prince charming ever stayed,
But I know the castle will provide me a roof over my head
To stay there forever.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poesía"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...
