I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes and run in triangles and rectangles for solution I might never stumble across.I write up memories,
I dream up wishes.
Riding on horses in the milky-clouds of my dreams.
But thunderbolt stricked through my wishing horses,
Like fire, burning papers to ashes.There I go again, left with nothing.
Nothing but dreams, and daydreams,
Wishes and nightmares.
Like an empty barrel... Left to drum in it's emptiness.
I find perfection in accepting my imperfections.As kindness is the most beautiful feature to have.
Passion, is the most expensive makeup of a woman.
A star in the Crescent.©Madinah_Writes
07.08.2021
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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