When all seems stale and your life feels full of lime;
When you have a sweet tooth and your emotions seem diabetic to your desires;
When smiles frown at your suggestion of them revealing a lie;
When you have to lie about how you feel,
Coz the air would be allergic to your truth.
When a mild tragedy creases across your soul and all your taste buds know are doubts hidden deep beneath layers of denial;
When melancholy is a better feeling,
And gloom the only joy your frail hands can grasp,
When the wind is stronger than your will,
And the sun is a child with lesser wrath;
When all you want is all you hate,
and all you need seems a ghost;
When songs hit you like balm to a dead wound,
And healing seems like a song of the dead;
When extremism becomes average,
And breathing abnormal.
If I were to put all these in plain words;
If you could trust doubts to be more reliable than promises,
And you promised yourself not to get this emotional;
When it seems you’ve failed your heart,
And wish you could taste the truth again;
I hope I communicated clearly by saying,
You will be alright.
Every great story has some gloomy chapters.
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