The foe of fantasy

Melancholia

In love with an idea

Perfection, but never real

Keep me warm, hold me tight 

Be the salvation 

For my restless mind

But reality bends me to my knees

And with ease washes away

All the good memories

Of the future, of someday

  • Author: Melancholia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 28th, 2024 08:46
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
  • Users favorite of this poem: Qurrathul Ain
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  • Qurrathul Ain

    Really, that pain when reality hits us and heartlessly destroys our impossible dreams of perfection. This thought has crossed my mind more than often.
    Relatable!

  • Tony36

    Great write



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