Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my hopes are fading.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my pains are proliferating.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my guiding lights are shaded.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my bewailing songs are heard.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my envoys of prospective happiness are mistreated.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my innocent dreams are alienated.
Your heart is a wasteland, in it, all my Genuine Love is destined to be Excommunicated.
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Author:
Samer Amin (
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Very good emotive write Samer but one day that excommunication will lead you to a heart that will become part of you forever.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your good wishes, I really wish, away from the invincible castle of neglect and denial, there might be a loving heart that would be my final abode forever, as you have generously wished me.
Reads like a declared depression. Thankfully for most of us those times of love gone wrong do pass and light once again begins to shine. Heres hoping to see that light in your poetry before too long.
Thank you so much for rejuvenating my hope for an upcoming bright dawn, after long dreary nights of frustration and despair.
Written well Samer. Happy New Year.
Thank you Jerry for making my day seems more cheerful.
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