Lighting without rain
Pain with no gain
A dream to demolish
Shoes so ragged its no use to polish
True smiles are a rarity
Something us humans barely see
Everything seems to be a mask
A smiling man may resort to his flask
The world is truely no fairytale
My efforts to make a happy ending seem to fail
The possibility of understanding is getting small
Every time I seem to get up I fall
But there is this girl who makes the chances seem greater
Who completely deletes the void crater
Her words heal the broken
And bring joy to the sad
And her love cloaks the entire region
She is our saving grace
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Beautifully Tragic
PoetryPeople say that dreams come true but forgot to mention nightmares are dreams too. - Oscar Wilde A book of my poetry
