One eyebrow twitched, one eye more compact
The lips curve in place , the hair are just intact
The cheeks more fluffy now, the chin just okay
While not much has changed in how she looks
Her mind and heart have crossed a bay
She wonders right now looking at the face
That still belongs to her and the world’s race
Am I bad or the people? Is something wrong with me ?
The mirror could not answer, for it cannot see
How the mind bleeds red
How the heart is bound by chains
How the calmness is wondered upon
How true love pays the fee
The darkness follows up once again
It builds up the anguish and the pain
The insides hurt one more time
How she wishes a stitch in time could really save nine
She is fair enough, believes the heart
For she pursues life as an art
Then again the mind comes into view
Its she who is bad, like
frost in the form of dew.
The war goes on , soul tore into pieces
Like them schools have, can her life take a recess?
But it goes on like a soldier’s war
Where should she go. ? what does she stand for?
The battle between the world and her should end soon
She shall spend another lonely night lit up by the moon
Questioning herself in and out
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt
Her face is pale with the cries
Her eyes are drowsy without any tries
Yet tell of days in
goodness spent
Her heart? It’s love is innocent.
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