“She, maybe the face I can’t forget”…

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She carries the weight of the darkest
clouds over her head;
she feigns joy, and
her heart bleeds red.
when i am hurting,
her presence washes away my sorrow;
she embraces me like the pleasant breeze,
yet it is her heart that she won’t
lend for me to borrow.
when she’s broke, she sings to
the lonely skies;
and the sadness evaporates
from those angel eyes.
Her voice has nested in my ears;
my memories of her remain immortal
in my thoughts.
She has fought fiercely against my fears;
her presence shall linger forever in the chambers of my heart.
Neither the nectar of the flowers, nor the dew of dusk
is purer than the curvature of her smile;
which like a treasure chest I shall guard .
She walks in defiance of malice;
and her elegance accentuates
the sparkle of her heart.
Courage welcomes her with open arms;
her perseverance and magnanimity
shall keep her from falling apart.
She is bravery in its most endearing disguise,
she holds on to her dreams
and let goes of her cries.
She is now ready to spread her wings,
and prepared to face any war life brings.

 

 

 

“She may be the mirror of my dreams”…

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He won’t be the first…
And will not be the last…

To have his heart broken…
Shattered just like glass…

Fooled by the lightning…
That flashed in her eyes…

The danger and excitement…
Yet deceived by her lies…

The words of seduction…
That nestled inside his ear…

And made him pine for her…
When she wasn’t near…

He won’t be the last…
To fall for her charms…

Leaving him so blinded…
Causing so much harm…

Ripping him into pieces…
As he fell deeper in love…

Thinking she was his Princess…
Fitting like hand in glove…

Caught up in the moment…
His heart franticly beating…

But she took him for granted…
And was already cheating…

Both on herself and on him…
As she kept looking for fun…

He was not enough for her…
He could never be the one…

Who would tie her down…
Make her heart surrender…

Becoming so soft and gentle…
So loving and so tender…

It was never her style…
And not ever on the cards…

As she craved his attention…
But then coldly discards…

When it got too much…
Or required any emotion…

And he won’t be the last…
To have his heart fooled,
then broken…

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