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Was it You ?!

What is Really Real ?

Was it you I loved,
Or the concept of love,
Was it you I adored,
Or my image of you ?

Was it you I found loving,
Or is it me who sees love in all,
Was it your bad habits,
Or my positive approach to them ?

Was it the dreams you showed,
Or my stupidity, that I believed,
Was it the doors you closed,
Or my eagerness to keep standing ?

Was it the promises you made,
Or my expectations out of you,
Was it the plans you made,
Or my desperation to be around you ?

Was it all a created facade,
Or me, who wanted to see it like that,
Was it the sweet talks,
 Or just me hanging on till the walks ?

Was it the beautiful images,
Or my own projections of reality,
Was it you,
Or just my image of you ?

Comments

  1. Raptor10 June 2019 at 20:39

    Was it! Was it! Was it!
    From my dreams, I want to know,
    Was it you, was it me,
    Or is it us, That's all we need!

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  2. Unknown10 June 2019 at 23:28

    Beautifully written

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