The more I have wondered,
The more I have realised that,
Most of us,
Are indeed in love,
With ideas or concepts,
We pass as our ideals,
And expect our work of fiction,
To walk out of ordinary doors,
With understanding, commitment and love pumping,
In their suddenly mortal hearts.
We preach acceptance,
Of imperfection by day,
And visualise,
Perfectly plump red lips and ocean blue eyes,
By night,
Eluding ourselves to believe,
That our campaign,
Is not just preached but also,
Religiously followed,
Repeating the same process over and over again,
In our minds,
We set ourselves up,
To lose,
Much before we have gained.
-Momentous infatuations lead to the real love.
-Oyin B.
Here is a new poem, which makes a lot of sense to me, so please tell me how you guys like this one? Meanwhile keep voting, commenting and sharing.
Have an amazing day ahead!
Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
