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Different Places…

In dreams and reality,
A big difference lies.
We can’t escape from latter,
No matter how hard we try.
Though love never fades,
It converts in to memories.
We fell out weighted by our dreams,
And every moment of happiness feels like history.
Different places drift us apart,
We want to begin, we want to start.
But something stops us from loving again,
We feel we are not worth love.
Too scared of the hurt and pain,
That’s why sometimes losing is winning.
To rise with the remorseful feeling,
To love and to be loved is a dream undoubtedly.
What else is there is this material world,
If love can’t find me …

© 2012 Pimmi Nag