In the middle of the night....I remember when love was of great importance to me, when fairy tales were more like reality to me, when happily ever afters was my goal. Now I look upon finding love and laugh, a laugh full of pain, a laugh full of doubt. My tears drip on the cold hard floor where my broken yet fragile heart lays and I wonder why? Why did love slip through my fingers like a loose string? Why did I let love go? This was yet one of the major reasons while I breathe in despair, why my life is twisted in an unfair amout of agony.
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In the middle of the night.
PoetrySilent cries of a young woman about her dreams, love life and aspirations until she finally had a chance of happiness.
