We expect something..
That's worthy or not..
Our heart take them towards that..
And make us weak..
We began to feel like,
We can't live without that..
Our own strength spilt into particles..
Mind blanked, dream struck us ...
We become the broken wings..
Our imagination ends in tragedy..
Our own expectations kick us..
our own words try to escape
from the conversation..
And build a grave of solitude...
Stop expecting.. And live like an angel... 💕👑
©priyapinki
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