It was his fantasy...that she loved....
It was her reality that he was drunk...
He tried his best to get the dream to reality...which gave him cruel taste..
But he was thrown down a little far like the rest...
He gave every try...which made him...partly die....
There was only one way out....which he knew absently....
..was..His_fantasy
It was in his blood to love...since the day they met...
But it was in her to hate....though he stood on her gate...
He thought he was going through hell....
Nothing seemed fine...
But had nobody to call as mine...
The good love.....is the one which always...fall...
It feels like living dead...when you never recive a call...
Now was time to give up...and give a rest...cause she got a bitter taste...
The only place he could meet..and love her absolutly...was...HIS_FANTASY
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His Fantancy
PoetryHighest rank #20 in verse Connect your self to the verses...and get lost in huge ocean of love...be someone and feel it....
