Often we read about star dust and how we are made of them.
How there is a possibility that you and I could be made from the same star.
I don't feel like that most of the times.
So, I will tell you the truth about what I think and feel.
Maybe my atoms are arranged differently than yours.
Maybe you and I don't fit like perfect pieces of the jigsaw puzzle.
Maybe we are not meant to be.
Maybe we are not the perfect example of 'happily ever after', who is?
Maybe you and I were just a beautiful illusion.
Illusions are misinterpretations.
And illusions fall once you know the trick.
I figured out your trick.
Maybe we were just meant to cross paths to know what could be but live with what never was.
It's better this way, isn't it?
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
