Perhaps one less man, makes her world, a better place,
Hearts at content, Peace in mind, smiles on her face.
Hopes forlorn, patience outrun, despite all the tries,
Feeble and frail, unsuccessful, tears roll down my eyes.
Unfulfilled dreams and Promises,
Sunken to the deep sea below
Waiting for the last tick of the clock,
As I rest my head on the pillow.
Samson and Delilah, Romeo and Juliet,
Oh what a story? Of them! That I read.
Mine is more of a flop, than a success instead,
And perhaps that’s my loser, ill-written fate.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
Perhaps one less man, makes her world, a better place,
Hearts at content, Peace in mind, smiles on her face.
Hopes forlorn, patience outrun, despite all the tries,
Feeble and frail, unsuccessful, tears roll down my eyes.
Unfulfilled dreams and Promises,
Sunken to the deep sea below
Waiting for the last tick of the clock,
As I rest my head on the pillow.
Samson and Delilah, Romeo and Juliet,
Oh what a story? Of them! That I read.
Mine is more of a flop, than a success instead,
And perhaps that’s my loser, ill-written fate.
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