I often wonder how long I will hang on,
Like when I will give it up all,
All the pointless fight and efforts to keep it on,
Everyone asks me till when?
Even I don't know to answer for sure,
Till when will I give people chances,
Not all people, just one, who breaks it every time,
He still gets more, how is it fair?
Is anything fair? And if they ask more,
I say just one thing, I do not know of a life beyond him,
So he would be there until and unless my heart stops beating.
The beat is for him, so I'd rather have him,
It's a one man's efforts, still it's worth million tries,
And there is a billion to go, I know it too,
I hope he realizes it at least at my last one, for a moment before I die.
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Quote:
"Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion." -Audrey Niffeneggar
Written with the realization of the painful truth!
~Chaahat
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