grey hair and couple of books
She wondered, this is when she started drawing cubes and arrows on a white lined paper. She drew different angles and shapes, ended her lines with so much care. Away from the noise, she cornered her emotions inside big boxes. Away from every prying eyes.
The pain has settled , the bitter taste after every defeat- she hang up her heart under the sun. She seeked warmth- hanged all her hopes in lines.
She carried her pain every day, on a shoulder dumbed with heavy promises. She walked -she seemed so happy- smiling again and again at everyone's sight. She hid her eyes away from the crowd with a big heavly dimmed googles.
She lived inside a cocoon built from beautiful dreams. She lived with hopes and good deeds to share- she tried with all to be an idealist- yes she was. She even battled herself to be- and not to submit or resort to sneaky ways.
"Solace"- she shouted this time!, people only thrive and love those who deceive, hurt or even lie- she cried. Where is my place- if there is no place to hide this anymore...
On a grey sketch and a story book- this is where a strand of hair laid upon the lines.
The pain has settled , the bitter taste after every defeat- she hang up her heart under the sun. She seeked warmth- hanged all her hopes in lines.
She carried her pain every day, on a shoulder dumbed with heavy promises. She walked -she seemed so happy- smiling again and again at everyone's sight. She hid her eyes away from the crowd with a big heavly dimmed googles.
She lived inside a cocoon built from beautiful dreams. She lived with hopes and good deeds to share- she tried with all to be an idealist- yes she was. She even battled herself to be- and not to submit or resort to sneaky ways.
"Solace"- she shouted this time!, people only thrive and love those who deceive, hurt or even lie- she cried. Where is my place- if there is no place to hide this anymore...
On a grey sketch and a story book- this is where a strand of hair laid upon the lines.
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