ILLUSIONS

Wish our paths had not crossed,
Giving no place to false promises,

It was better to be own,
And have no place to confide in,
Rather than beseeching for it,

It was better to get hurt,
And rise up on own,
Rather than living a delusion of having someone who would stand by,

It was better to get bruised,
Rather than breaking down,

Words gone futile,
Actions gone in vain,
Hope rising backed up by illusions,
Do not forever remain.