A hopeless romantic..

All the darkness inside, is just a reflection of this freakin’ mad world.

Every little thing inside, is just an illusion.

The love, the kindness, nothing  makes any sense yet.

All in vain.


She hopes.

she still awaits.

She believes.

Nothing in return.

she let go, and holds on again.

So tight, it leaves scars behind.



Are you listening?

You’re not there anyway, she knows.

I might have to run further or shout louder.

Energy-less days are always interrupting my journey.



But one day, we’ll meet halfway.


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