I fell inlove with the picture I saw
and created perfections that I dreamed.
I fell in love with the man in the picture
who later become my inspiration.
I fell from the clouds
in the hope to reach the man in the picture....
With my fault of doubting the possibilities....
Now the picture I fell inlove with
the man who became my inspiration
faded away....
And I lost the dream
I am almost at reach.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Faded
Posted by Episteme at 2:17 PM 0 comments
Labels: falling in love, lost love, love poems
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