My world revolved around the one I love,
My world was happiest till they were there,
And it was saddest when they were gone.
My world wasn't their home
But for home, they were home for my heart.
As long as I didn't get familiar
With their cruelty and games,
My world was completely drawn
In sorrow forever,
As if attachment is the root of every sorrow.
I fell apart and no one was there,
And realized I was on my own.
We all are our own,
Then why seek love in others?
Why want validation from others?
Why let our world revolve around them?
Why do our attachments decide
What we should do or not?
Let's just get a hold of ourselves
And get a life of our own.
Though people will question it,
'Cause you aren't there to please them anymore.
After that hurt,
You aren't ready to put in your emotional parts.
It's okay, let it go,
Live for yourself.
Don't wait for someone to leave
Till it hurts or bleeds.
Leave before they trigger the parts of you.
You deserve your own good company.
Let life be unexpected,
But let you know who you are.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poésie"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...
