In a garden of hopes and exotic dreams
that grows silently in the corner of my mind,
a new patch of hurt and betrayal has sprouted;
from you a whole new side
Innocence once again lost,
now buried in a grave of doubts
A trust and faith once treasured
has now ripped apart in shrouds
Different we are,
individually we grow
learning from new pains
of this I know
A friendship of love
is now nothing but doubts
once clear now suddenly a blur
of blackened clouds
Like the garden of hopes and exotic dreams
where nothing ever is as it seems
I shall still flourish
but it hurts…

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