Dedications :
angelwithgoldwings - for being so supportive and making me smile every time. Thank you
JoeyBerkey - for having written that amazing poem as a comment and inspiring me through it
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She knew better than to let her emotions set free
Her mind was a tunnel darker than night and deeper than the sea
Once in the open , she falls with no one to catch her
Unforgiving memories deter her ,
Pretty eyes , a mouth full of lies
He watches her standing in a corner
He knew his place , someone excluded : Foreigner
His eyes are clouded with memories of the one who never looked back
The one who left him alone on a track
And never returned
She smiled, laughed and joked during the day
All thought that her life was anything but grey
At lonely nights, she forgot how to feel
Nobody knew that her wounds no longer heal
He wasn't just broken ; he was broken beyond repair
A pained past and forgotten tears lays hidden by his hair
His only proof of being alive is agony
His screams are ignored engulfing him in pure apathy
The parents had decided , the strike was to be dealt with .
And so the strangers went for counselling
She exchanged glances with him
He looked at her knowingly
They both knew what the other felt
A heartache never to fade from their memories
She begun , "As if medication and counselling "
"Ever mended broken toys " He ended .
She spoke again ," If only medical prescriptions and doctor's words could heal us"
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A/N : I think this one ended on a sad ending . But I think these strangers go on to being best friends ,someone who understands the other .
Quite true really as to how the popular girl could face so many crisis and she would still head on strong
Quite saddening as to how the boy you made fun of and never fit in as actually dealing with problems greater than you ever faced
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Stains and Stories
PoetryStains which showed a glimpse of life, Stories left untold, Unraveled by the tiny stains, Left behind to wonder what could have it meant Cover Credit : @Plastic-Promises
