Not the one moment,
Where I could escape to catch the glimpse of those eyes,
Shining deep on the soul of mine,
The moment of intent it was,
Thought the letter I held was from you,
Yet nothing could prove me more wrong than the way that assumption was,
The glittering moments were those,
That you reminded me of someone from my past like a fine dose,
That voice, those words,
And the deceit of my own expectations,
And the failure of my own perception,
Yet so extraordinary it was,
May be it's for the first time,
But let it be as it was,
Still guessing that there could be someone,
Wishing this poetry could portrait that one,
But guess what may be you were the fine one,
Oh I'm not fighting with hopes,
Yet I'm holding tight on these ropes,
Before they slip away with last slopes.
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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...
