What can I say?
Our world doesn't favour hopeless romantics.
It leaves aside the romantics and just screams hopeless–
So, we mold, we change
Now devoid of emotional range
we become cold realists–
too nonchalant to care,
too generic to be rare.
But you can't undo what you're born with–
the only hope that's left
is to find another as bereft.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 8:30 AM UTC
What can I say?
Our world doesn't favour hopeless romantics.
It leaves aside the romantics and just screams hopeless–
So, we mold, we change
Now devoid of emotional range
we become cold realists–
too nonchalant to care,
too generic to be rare.
But you can't undo what you're born with–
the only hope that's left
is to find another as bereft.
