Pages Of Poetry

TWO

Here Ill be telling you the start
Where fantasy became reality
The moment you arrested and caught my heart
How you stopped my heart's growing sanity

The nights that we'd talk for hours
Where in every word nothing's a lie
Saying things free not even by force
These are the nights that never die

Moments that can't be judged
Two hours feels like two months with you
Holding those hands soft as a pillow
Those months never made me hollow

The day comes when lies hit me hard
Cried like the river flows in me
To someone else I lost guard
All that I feel is not the true reality

Forgive me
Then Ill forgive you
Forgive me for being good
Ill forgive you for being rude

Forgive me for being sad
Ill forgive you for being glad
Ill forgive you for moving on
But forgive me for holding on

In two months I had an inspiration
Said I love you with a falling intonation
Wasted it all to an illusion
Your treason is the only reason

This is one of my finishing touches
Served as one of the best
The tale of us which is one of the finest
And by how it turned into ashes

-FIN-

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