In the depth of people on land,
A devil enjoyed her evil arts,
Delighted by temptations hidden within hearts.
With a wicked grin of secrets,
Condensed clouds of doubt,
Hostility entretwined with dark blackened route.
A living incarnation of shadows,
Venomous looks and evil aura,
But beneath layed a victim of defeated aurora.
When mischief turned to be silent,
She fought with emotions defied,
Disintegrated into small particles and aerified.
Unbearable pain of lifetime awoke,
Loneliness laughed in her mind,
She feared the sensation of never getting find.
Lives rejected her, disgust was built,
Flinched from her interior mansion,
They forced her to reach the poisonous station.
Each whisper she let out was her cry,
Prayers yelled with words unknown,
She longed for the feeling of the tornado gone.
She asked for solace from everybody,
"I ain't at fault," she yelled to the God,
She was an architect with situations abroad.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Poetry"My Smile's Crumbling" is a poignant collection weaving threads of melancholy and fragility. Each poem delves into the weak architecture of the human spirit, exploring moments of fracture. Through verses that influence raw emotion, it navigates the...
