The Rapture

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Things enter your forsaken life with the pleasure of barren appreciation

You admire 'em alive but soon get bored of its adoration 

Life’s full of heartaches but it’s also a zone of happiness – 

The happiness that resides in your hearts,

but don’t know why, it becomes only a cause to hurts’.

Many things happen in life;

Numerous worst moments you pass through every single time

So, life's a nothing but an empty page... 

where... loneliness’s must to get dwelled ov’r the lonesome night.

Memories touch your untouched wounds

but you can’t fathom the theory of phantom-worlds – 

The world: “how wicked it literally sounds”

that only needs a little space in your hearts, around.

You want love though the love’s trademark of savoriest emotions

Sometimes it cheers you up.. 

so sometimes whirls you ov’r the pool of vegemite devotions.

Attraction’s merely a sail to heal you up

but, unfortunately, every shade of infatuation desperately sucks you whole up

You’re all an empty page of book – 

the book that needs to get written with.. in new chapters

Every story’s befriended with the tuft of philosophy 

but in real, even the whole life belongs to the realism in raptures’.

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