The darkness inside

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The darkness inside

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And I was on the shore
waiting for him to come
He left me there with hope.
that he will be their one day
I came to shore at dawn and dusk
but couldn’t find a trace of him
days went
months flew
and years passed
and he came one day
and asked for a sorry
I simply held back my sorrow
and asked if I knew him
I cried over for a life
unsaid hello
unspoken goodbye
cheers faded. And dreams broke
but ultimately It was my heart that was shattered,
he was a hunter
and I will be the prey
he had a charm. Which I admired
his sunlit face was the moon of the day
he wanted a gift
I asked him what??



he asked for my heart
I ripped it apart
in pieces, he broke it
and each piece craves…still craves for the time
the time with him
was a magnificent period
My fairy tale world
still lives in the pieces
the pieces he walked up from 
a long time ago ๐Ÿ˜ฅ
My love left me…
my world crumbled …sparkles fell apart
from my eyes
the planted flowers….we promised to water,
but he left them
those silent screams
I stood from the graveyard
my memories, haunted by a ghost which only I can see
his sweetest words and poisonous actions
screwed me up
the timing was wrong
and love decided that it didn’t belong
the broken promises, his blindness to my pain
I forgave
I cried in the dark corners
where nobody goes
my eyes tell a story
you think I am happy
just look at me again
I am a master of disguise
my smile is all painted 
just look into my eyes
not friends, nor enemies
just strangers with some memories
a killer cannot sue for the
bruises on his knuckles
or the blood on his shoes
I collapsed …I crumbled 
But it wasn’t my destruction…
it was my birth

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