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Romance Died with the Romantic
I am hopeless
When I should be realistic.
I am cold
When I should be warm.
I am distant
When I should be close.
But this was how I was made.
To hide.
To defend.
To chase the parts of me that bleed
with enduring feats.
I am bold at times.
Taking risk that come with gaining
Bruises on my chest.
I am lost at times.
Kissing confusion on her forehead
With self doubts being whispered in my ears.
I am determined always.
To turn my luck around.
To kill self defeating prophecies.
Published 12th Dec 2013
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