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She is a tale…


She’s wrapping her life in her heart,Not ready to showcase to the world.

She’s tired of being the lost kind,

Yet not ready to be found again.

Stretching her arms under the moonlight each day,

Afraid to be known and disclosed.

She loves to be hidden with no hope to shine.

Tiny; she believes in the sunshines now

She wishes for wings but accustomed to the traps lead on the earth now.

Still she takes a flight to the world of dreams each night,

Returns back disappointed into the reality each time.

Lost hope, trust and faith to the so called love,

When hate is the only thing she had ever encountered.

Wanting to be freed with her soul trapped inside his memories

She is a myth.

A myth wanting to be believed.

She is a mystery.

A mystery carving to be understood.

She is a drama, a tornado to escape.

She is an echo, Uncleared and Undefinable.

She is a tale to be retold and relived.


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