A look inside of the mind of an emotionally neglected child.
May his soul rest in peace and granted paradise . . .
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and the beholder must know what is real beauty before saying 'You Are Beautiful'.
This is a bit soapy. Found it along with my old notes :D Taaaahh, written during a lot of years ago and decide to post it here.
I could never come to you
and tell what you feel
so I'll ask the wind instead...
Dariah dragged herself into the bathroom, the fresh memory hung on the walls of her thoughts like a death sentence executed everyday of her life. She wanted to erase every detail that reminded her of the event on that day,years ago.
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P'yonce Knowmore
August 3, 2015 - 09:10 I so wish my child would never feel this way...this is a great poem keep it uprekhanshiraghava
August 3, 2015 - 10:59 Good work indeed..... keep bringing and keep writing.... Liked itManahill Naik
August 3, 2015 - 13:39 omg loved the ending... o.O and what a flow??? god uve done it! won my heart with this masterpiece :D