Human heart is a graveyard buried words,
Where they held all their secrets beneath the smile they wear,
The time might sound like the passage of time,
But the secrets within kept grieving,
Sometimes they smell like the dead body inside the grave,
Sometimes they rise like the sand above the graveyard,
Sometime it aches like the memories that the person in graveyard held,
Sometimes it pound in agony as it's going to burst in little while,
Like that broken cement on graveyard,
The memories of the person might be gone with its graveyard,
But the name written on graveyard aches deep within heart.
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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...
