Poison
Life was hell?
No, but the reason it was alive
Made it hell
If a raindrop could be searched
In all of ocean water
The search itself would ridiculed
When Love could be changed into hate
Why, then, hate could not be turned into Love?
Alas! I spent my life in chasing
A dream, dreamt by others
And Loved someone
Who could not be mine!
If I could change
What I have
Nothing would have demoralized my Soul
In the Search of soul-mate
2012-04-17
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