Her heart held hallowing longing,as it pierced through her soul,
Each moment killing her,destroying her in the familiar burning,
Each day she burned,as if she was the eternal flame,never ever going to fade out..
Each day her eyes held the pyres lit,as if she was the death,that danced..
Each day she laughed and cried,
Forgetting herself in the agony of love and sacrifices..
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The heartless's heart
PoetryNot stories,but stories. Poems as time moves. In the lone corner of this big world