my friends ask me,
why am i keen?
why am i mindless?
why do i always daydream?
and then i tell them,
can you blame me?
can i really get to feel?
can i have a chance that you see?
maybe...
maybe not...
this reality is too tough,
reveries can sometimes be enough,
to at least ease all the aching,
imagine all your heart's aching.
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Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
