Heart to beat
but reason ended.
Person to love
but time ended.
Emotions to convey
but characters ended.
Chapters to understand
but pages ended.
Jokes to laugh
but fun ended.
Pen to write
but ink ended.
Life to live
but hope ended.
Story to tell
but life ended.
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It ended?
Is is that simple?
Do we just exaggerate this feeling or we were not able to perceive it to it's depth?
Whatever is it...
Even after getting hurt, even when my heart is bleeding,even when I can't sleep properly or when I sleep, I sleep with frown lines still... Whenever I choose to push him back...
Or try myself to take a U-turn...his hold on me and my every emotion, my moods get even more stronger.
I want to end this... Why can't I do?
Why can't be life so beautiful as we see in movies or our dreams?
Why am I the only one to suffer?
Why can't he feel the pain that I hide with a plastered smile?
Why can't I be strong the way I show?
Why his smile, his tears, his excitement, his damn moods affect me?
Why can't I stop thinking about him?
Why can't I focus on myself?
I don't care whether he is mine or not but the only thing that I am concerned about is that I am his.
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Realisation Of The Truth
PoesíaA collection of the poems that will surely touch the chords of the heart that stores unfathomable emotions. • Winner of infinity awards 2k18 (poetry genre) by bagging the second position.
