She weaved beautiful images out of corrupted delusions yet could never create the perfect image of him, and all the corridors she walks through are dark mysterious lands made of fear and ghosts from the wild past she has been through, she was never broken or hurt before but she has always been afraid.
She feels that she was made to understand, not to be understood; Most of the time she did not know how to feel, she does not know if she is happy or sad, all she knows is that she wants to feel love, she had to unravel all the images she created over and over in an attempt to find a solution that takes her out of her misery.
She was a mystery of her own, a girl who broke her own heart so no one else could, a mixture of sadness, feelings and a glimpse of hope in perfect harmony. And all the books she read, all the knowledge she tried to put to heart meant nothing when he left. She wondered of all her broken pieces will ever create something beautiful for him, she wondered if she would ever be good enough for him, she wondered if her life would be anything more than good days and bad nights.. She wonders.
She lived as an outcast in her own body, her hopes were always higher than the roof everyone sat for her, she carried her mother's dreams on her shoulders, a heart so heavy, yet she could walk so lightly.
Her life was a constant switch from a book to another, from a poem to a poet, she could never feel complete despite all the things she does, she did not want to let go of her dreams no matter how difficult they were to achieve, she believed her current life was a shallow projection of what she truly deserves, she felt alone, her heart hurt, she wrote it down and others felt it.
She thought no one can actually see through the boundaries she created, she thought she hid her feelings in a place no one knows about, she thought that those feelings were invisible to everyone else, but everybody can see through her eyes what she hid all the time, it was obvious, and she would be the one to blame for all the trouble she is going through.
There are no words left to describe her instable state of mind, her unsteady feelings or her unexplainable misery; She loved the wrong person, she fought so long for the wrong people, and now she shall wait until someone else unfolds her mystery, maybe this time she can make him stay.
She feels that she was made to understand, not to be understood; Most of the time she did not know how to feel, she does not know if she is happy or sad, all she knows is that she wants to feel love, she had to unravel all the images she created over and over in an attempt to find a solution that takes her out of her misery.
She was a mystery of her own, a girl who broke her own heart so no one else could, a mixture of sadness, feelings and a glimpse of hope in perfect harmony. And all the books she read, all the knowledge she tried to put to heart meant nothing when he left. She wondered of all her broken pieces will ever create something beautiful for him, she wondered if she would ever be good enough for him, she wondered if her life would be anything more than good days and bad nights.. She wonders.
She lived as an outcast in her own body, her hopes were always higher than the roof everyone sat for her, she carried her mother's dreams on her shoulders, a heart so heavy, yet she could walk so lightly.
Her life was a constant switch from a book to another, from a poem to a poet, she could never feel complete despite all the things she does, she did not want to let go of her dreams no matter how difficult they were to achieve, she believed her current life was a shallow projection of what she truly deserves, she felt alone, her heart hurt, she wrote it down and others felt it.
She thought no one can actually see through the boundaries she created, she thought she hid her feelings in a place no one knows about, she thought that those feelings were invisible to everyone else, but everybody can see through her eyes what she hid all the time, it was obvious, and she would be the one to blame for all the trouble she is going through.
There are no words left to describe her instable state of mind, her unsteady feelings or her unexplainable misery; She loved the wrong person, she fought so long for the wrong people, and now she shall wait until someone else unfolds her mystery, maybe this time she can make him stay.
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