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Are we ?

When ever I am alone I feel so lost in my thoughts.. Deep in my heart I got stuck No place to escape.. This world feels like a prison Are we the criminals of our own thoughts..

She's fighting her own demons

She was not magical it was something else demons were powerful but not as powerful as her thoughts were she was different not dusky not white something that was enough to calm high tide she was waiting for a miracle that can change the reality of her existence  because sometimes the air around feels like a cage to her

Her face that hinted of untold stories

Her face reminds him about untold stories that poetic wave in her hair makes him want to  fall in love all over again  with the one he fallen for thousand times like she's a mystery made to be resolved  only by him the way her smile makes him smile  and for him she's willing to risk her heart  all this was enough for them to be in love

Damage

She hated him With every cell in her body She was in pain, Which he didn't felt When he left her Her heart broke She was breathing But not alive Pain was working on her So perfectly Resulting in damaging Every inch of her

His disastrous love..

Disaster he called me Rebel I was His actions were smooth But harsh on me The reaction I gave Is what he fell for Disaster created the story On which he smiled I tried not to harm him, But disastrous i was.