More…

He killed me when he said “I love you” …

I died when I opened my eyes.

Never thought dreaming could be this harsh,

Leaving me longing, hoping, wishing…

For more romanticisms, less idealisms.

More glees , less frets.

More heartbeats, less heartstrings.

More laughters, less tears.

More of this pinky fantasy,…

Less of this blurry reality.

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