I thought I knew
What I was dreaming:
The night time walks
And daytime talks
The future pledged of seeing;
The midnight phone calls
And certain gewgaws
The heart defined of meaning;
The swapping letters
And evening ventures
No longer seem existed;
The solemn promise
The spirit noticed
Refined and all retracted.
But all seems false
And love seems vain
I have no words of truce,
I'll drudge myself
In scattered pieces
And paint them with my youth.
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But all seems false And love seems vain I have no words of truce, I'll drudge myself In scattered pieces And paint them with my youth Very touching lines. Yes, reality bites. Nice piece my friend. How about reading my poems. Your comment will be highly appreciated.