✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
Sketched words on a
Piece of paper
By the smoke, filled
In the eyes of creator
Fate mixed with fire and
Flame
No one other than her to
Blame
Unwanted Rumors which
Filled the air
And their worthless opinion
About to flare
The term "useless" echoing
From the bricks
Increasing her depression
As the clock ticks
Poison from the voices
Getting absorbed in her mind
Then asking her if
She is blind
Isn't it cruel enough that
She can't find
The self that was once
Kind
Glancing outside the window
In a huge garden
where signs of new ambition
Never darkens
Everyone out there picking the
Most beautiful flower
Ignoring the wilting one
That just need a bit of power
It was the reality she thought
would Be heavenly
But It was just a trap in which
She fell terribly
Slowly She has turned Into a
monster named "cold "
Holding Broken pieces
she can't Seem to mold
Remember the times when
She was bold
Now doing everything as
It is told
She needs to say this
aloud
Rather than writing on a
Note that will never be found
Before water soaks the
Diary notes
She gets up leaving it
Half close
The music in her ears
Is a temporary dose
To put a stop to the rush of
Thoughts
I am not the first poem
Created by the tip of venom
Not in the abundance of love
But in the company of weapons
Thousands are still there
Breathing with complete devotion
Waiting for her to be aware
That silence was never an option
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Wildflower
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