The pretentious imagination wished to live in the dubious place that is within the grasp of the monetized world.
All that used to be worth something is now nothing but a mere façade in the thoughts of the people. When true love was cherished were the days of the past and seem too vague for the imagination to even consider heading down the treacherous path. The memories locked in the threshold of the mind are all that is left of you and they abate and testify that you were present in this place and you had taken the throne of the heart which ruled every nerve of this man.
The marks that you have left behind are yet to be filled with the horrendous time and dust that will follow after you have left this heart deserted. In comparative to the greats who had nothing but love in their lives, my motive, my aspirations was all to give all the pleasantries and all the happiness that you could endow upon yourself. I worked constantly to portray the imagery of the heart to you but you left ne baffled with the amount of neglect that you bestowed upon me.
These thoughts keep me awake at night reminiscing the fact that is this the worth, the core value of the thoughts you have for me. Is this the unbiased and unconditional response I deserve for letting you into this heart which is now a mere organ just to be as numb as can be…..….
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