She stood motionless having a far sight better.
Slowly accepting the obliviousness of such wonderful memoirs.
She then realized, there is more to life than only hooking herself to something that has already gone.
She will find a way, more than a broken heart itself.
Trying to be brave.
But she knew, it wasn't enough.
Tears keep falling through her face.
The agony and longings have pulled her back to its pace.
Confronted by a bitter pill to swallow,
She held a strenght more from her thick-skinned.
Until she finally get to the extra mile,
And a moment has came,
She found herself as the sun of her own life.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
