The End of An Illusion

A heartfelt journey from heartbreak to freedom, exploring love, self-discovery, and emotional healing through modern poetry.

Love is that novel I no longer read, It wounded my soul, it let me bleed.

All the noblemen lied with polished grace, And I unveiled its hollow face. It promised heaven, but gave me pain, It flawed the lie only like rain. I've gone through its tricky games, I've realized its snare,

Now darkness becomes clean and fair. Roses usually never bloom in that place where truth has grown,

No rooms left in my heart, that love can own. I've sealed that book, I've thrown the key, Love is dead, and I am free.