Expectation (Poetry)
Your love on the page of the diary
Spills like ink
And i can't cover it
The barren earth of my mind does not absorb it
Massage from night coal
I wish i gave every day
But your illuminated face morning
Can never see it in it
Lonely walking on a straight path
From your naive dreams
From all around the footpaths
I hear them every day
But it is not able to stop by extending her hand
My blank mind, gave suggestion
Tangled dreams, curse me every day
Still live
Because these are your expectations full of life
Those who are unable to stop disappointment and do not kill alone….
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