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she held onto her rose and didn't let go. she noticed how beautiful it was, even if it hurt her. her eyes were blessed with its radiant color, that's also too similar to the blood rushing down her fingers.
it was the smile on her face and the tears in her eyes. she stood there in the rain and drank it like wine. everyone's faces reflected her smile, but didn't notice her crimson pain, not even one time.
she's a beautiful sentence with no periods, and if there was one, she'd fight until her heart begs to relax but she won't listen until she starts a new sentence, every time prettier than the previous ones. she had an envelope of all the reasons why she should keep fighting, and they were all written in real gold that was her strength.
see, society taught us that success means tears stains on pillowcases and vomit scent on bathroom floor, but she didn't listen, because the only sound she heard was her heartbeats that sounded like the real meaning of success.
and when she started drawing her rose, her fingers stained with granite of pencils that cracked and broke just to prove drawing can be hard, but then, broken pencils can be thrown away and replaced with better ones. she learned that bad karma can sleep too.
and if you dusted all the fingerprints that touched her heart and painted it dark, you'd be mesmerized by the colors that nobody has learned before in elementary school. and you could see the stabs clear as day, but they no longer hold the pain.
she held onto her life and didn't let go. she noticed how beautiful it was, even if it hurt her.
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Melodies Of Your Eyes |N.M|
Poetry''He kissed her silent tears that sent waves into his veins''🌸
