You were far more than what I can hope to take,
All my tears sprang from me trying to get more,
Our story was nothing that I could ever partake,
Trying is something I should really regret for.
Why I thought I'd have you to soothe all the ache?
Why I even thought I could be always your,
It was so foolish of me to believe the fake and never wake,
Regardless now I weep and whimper as I shake.
Some beliefs stay no matter how fake it gets proved. Its like scientists who say Ghost doesn't exist screaming when a (fake) ghost attacks them, completely against logic, but happens.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
