What kind of confusions are these, that settle in my heart?
- Every desire, remains somewhat incomplete.
- The depth of oceans, descends into my eyes,
- What kind of loneliness is this, that torments me every moment?
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Those moments that once were, of joys that flashed by,
- Now, in the shadows of memories, only tears drip.
- In the city of hearts, such a silence echoes,
- That every sound, shrinks back, frightened.
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What kind of paths are these, the destination is also lost?
- At every step, there's a puzzle of difficulties.
- Those dreams that once were, adorned in my eyes,
- Now, becoming blurry, are broken and scattered.
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What kind of night is this, even the stars begin to fade?
- Every hope, begins to turn into despair.
- Those talks of love, now seem meaningless,
- Every relationship, begins to feel alien.
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What kind of morning is this, even the sun begins to set?
- Every face, begins to melt in sadness.
- That fragrance that once was, residing in flowers,
- Now, in the winds, begins to fly, colorless.
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What kind of pain is this, that remains hidden in my chest?
- Every tear, remains stuck on my eyelids.
- Those words that once were, heart-touching,
- Now, like thorns, remain piercing.
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What kind of restlessness is this, that torments my heart?
- Every breath, entangles in confusion.
- Those moments of peace, are now lost somewhere,
- Every moment, passes in agony.
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What kind of memories are these, that make my heart cry?
- Every picture, settles in my eyes.
- Those words that once were, adorned on my lips,
- Now, in silence, remain echoing.
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What kind of hope is this, that remains awake in my heart?
- Every prayer, remains adorned on my lips.
- That ray of light, is still somewhere remaining,
- Ready to erase every darkness.
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What kind of story is this, that seems incomplete?
- Every page, remains filled with questions.
- That destination that once was, in front of my eyes,
- Now, becoming blurry, stands far away.
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What kind of journey is this, thorns are scattered on the paths?
- Every step, is surrounded by difficulties.
- Those companions who once were, to walk with me,
- Now, in loneliness, are found lost.
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What kind of longing is this, that burns my heart?
- Every heartbeat, makes screams heard.
- Those dreams that once were, residing in my eyes,
- Now, are transformed into piles of ashes.
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What kind of silence is this, that makes noise?
- Every sigh, hurts my heart.
- Those songs that once were, tunes of joy,
- Now, like mourning, echo.
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What kind of helplessness is this, that breaks my heart?
- Every effort, becomes somewhat unsuccessful.
- That flame of hope, begins to extinguish,
- Every dream, remains incomplete.
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What kind of desire is this, that torments my heart?
- Every wish, remains incomplete.
- Those talks of love, now seem alien,
- Every relationship, begins to feel alien.
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