She was lying near her window ,
Her face was pale like that of corpse,
As if she had seen the death in her life ,
All that she knows was the world actually never had been kind to her ,
She tried harder to think positive ,
Changing the way of seeing the world ,
But it was like if she was deceiving herself by empathizing the treacherous mankind ,
She had known the life is like a head and tail of coin,
Comprises of happiness and sadness, joy and sorrow, excitement and exhaustion ,
But she was feeling too inconvenient for these all ,
Everything she had known was the life will keep going on like this ,
And at the end of the day , she'd keep becoming a living corpse , laying on the bed , staring out of the window for that little warmth to keep alive that corpse of her .
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
