Nov 2014
Petrified by your desire
love,you freak me out everytime
you vested your fantasy upon me
where's the dreams of mine?
I never asked,may be I was too scared
scared of separation ? Or
may be the pain was already an addiction
pity me,poor hurted soul
still smiling when he holds
holds the glory of his fantasy
but I die little inside
with every unfulfilled dreams of mine
I was never alive,you were
& thats the reason for me to survive.
love,you freak me out everytime
you vested your fantasy upon me
where's the dreams of mine?
I never asked,may be I was too scared
scared of separation ? Or
may be the pain was already an addiction
pity me,poor hurted soul
still smiling when he holds
holds the glory of his fantasy
but I die little inside
with every unfulfilled dreams of mine
I was never alive,you were
& thats the reason for me to survive.
Sometime,you just love someone so ******* much that you search your happiness in tht person despite the pain he gives. Its more of an addiction than love. We need to find the differences between them until its too late.
(i live in fantasy)
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