Strange to think,
How can someone be so hopeful about everything?
Just after the moment they blink,
Is it a drawback for some unwholesome existence ?
Or a ray of hope to find the most righteous thing,
Who wants to remain like a shallow fling,
May be there's a way to change,
Like any dream strange,
Hope provides the reason to live,
But it is also something which provides hope for the love,
And if every action or every reaction would confide to love it'd be sick,
And that someone is crick,
Chasing out faces through lifts,
Making out way through conflicts,
Looking at events just like some lovesick,
Endangerment species in itself dangered all sort of core,
Yet it splits, in the hope to be lit.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
