Silent and anonymous nights
Are turning loquacious once again....
That unavowed situation of heart
Enunciated through eyes....
The broken heart was healing
Learning to keep body and soul together....
It seems like blossoms were blooming again
The heart was relieved from pain....
The eyes flooded with rain
Are being charming again....
The circumstances have changed
Nothing is seemed to be the same....
Yes , her heart was mending
And his love for her is building it up....
Her soul engulfed with pain
Is nurturing once again....
She started framing her dreams again
This time with the person ,
Who accepted her with all her scars
And is trying to pull her out
From her past....!!
Yes..
She's moving on....
She's learning to live again....
Most importantly....
She's learning to love again....!!
Ripped my eyes out and glued them to the back my head. Had to watch my mouth and back, for they were left for dead. I never had a shoulder to cry on, to comfort the stress. Alot is on my brain. But it won't let my tounge confess. My heart was pullin my leg when it said it loved my blood. So I cut my nose to spite my face, then threw it in mud. My lips held secrets. My index made it pinky promise, it wouldn't snitch. While my palms itched for a profit like Nostradamus. And destiny had a bone to pick with me. She never wanted opportunity to fall in my lap. But when it's time to ride, I just buckle like a kneecap. With this iron fist, I conquer and rule crowds. Sitting at my throne, I keep my head in the clouds. So, hand the world to me on a silver platter. I'll place my thoughts on the moon and show you mind over matter...
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