girl_locked_away

When rain descends, my spirit sighs,
          	But thunder's roar, it fills the skies.
          	A bolt, a crack, a sharp surprise,
          	Like pain that seeps, and never dies.
          	
          	Branches of lightning, they dance and sway,
          	Just like the ache that won't go away.
          	"It hurts my ear," the heavens say,
          	Echoed by the heart in disarray.
          	
          	Oh, the fear, like thunder's might,
          	Matches the pain within, so tight.
          	"It's scary," cries the stormy night,
          	As the heart weeps in silent plight.
          	
          	The threat of death, it looms above,
          	In thunder's wrath, in pain, I'm shoved.
          	"It may kill us," whispers the dove,
          	In the silent plea of unspoken love.
          	
          	In the quiet, death's embrace draws near,
          	In thunder's echo, whispers fear.
          	"May it take me," my silent plea,
          	While the dove prays, "Save, set free."
          	
          	So similar, yet worlds apart,
          	The sky's turmoil, the wounded heart.
          	In storm and pain, we find our art,
          	A dance of souls, torn apart.
          	
          	Wrote something after so long 

girl_locked_away

When rain descends, my spirit sighs,
          But thunder's roar, it fills the skies.
          A bolt, a crack, a sharp surprise,
          Like pain that seeps, and never dies.
          
          Branches of lightning, they dance and sway,
          Just like the ache that won't go away.
          "It hurts my ear," the heavens say,
          Echoed by the heart in disarray.
          
          Oh, the fear, like thunder's might,
          Matches the pain within, so tight.
          "It's scary," cries the stormy night,
          As the heart weeps in silent plight.
          
          The threat of death, it looms above,
          In thunder's wrath, in pain, I'm shoved.
          "It may kill us," whispers the dove,
          In the silent plea of unspoken love.
          
          In the quiet, death's embrace draws near,
          In thunder's echo, whispers fear.
          "May it take me," my silent plea,
          While the dove prays, "Save, set free."
          
          So similar, yet worlds apart,
          The sky's turmoil, the wounded heart.
          In storm and pain, we find our art,
          A dance of souls, torn apart.
          
          Wrote something after so long 

iamnone88

girl_locked_away

@iamnone88 waiting I'm a psycho I love these torture stuffs and adding em to my books tho I'm too lazy to continue writing my stories ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ
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iamnone88

@girl_locked_away abhi to incomplete hai book or bhi torture honge
            Sexual Wale bhi 
            Dark romance book me wo ideas kaam aayenge 
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preu_agnihotri

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          Hello everybody, firstly I apologise to the author for posting here without their permission. 
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