He pours his soul in a piece of paper,
Quivering once in every minute,
Regretting his moronic actions,
Wishing he could rewind it.
She dreams about him every night,
Trying to forgive him in her dreams,
Ego wins over her love,
And she waits for him to speak.
He cries in his arms,
Imagining it to be hers,
Snaps back to reality,
Which makes everything worse.
She hallucinates about him,
In which she forgives him,
The moment she realizes it is a dream,
She wishes it to be real.
She sprints to him,
While he does the same,
The minute they face each other,
They knew it would be forever.
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The joke here is that i've titled a lot of poems 'forever' the previous year :p
Anyway, do like and comment guys! :-)
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Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
