She wasn't in love it was all out of adjust she kept on acting that she was " falling " .
She was looking for " better " in other's arms
Playing with hearts and minds like a paper, made her think she was pretty and captivating.
She called it fun !
She called it life ..
Playing around .. getting drunk .. dancing it away .. singing it away ..
Yet sleeping on her own sheets of " lies " .
She was protean
She was sick of her life
She was suffering out of ineptitude
She was sad and empty
but she engaged her poor mind to not notice because darling she could play it better in people eyes ...
She hides secretes in her heart and lungs
She looks straight into your eyes and lies in such a believable ways .
She runs from her reality
But drowning into a sea deeper and deeper, didn't know where does it take her .
she had black sides, never pure !
she thought every one was just like her pitiless and rakish, so ..
She searched and played
She slayed and lived
Barely could comprehead her moods..
barely could comprehead her ambitions..
Since I knew her for long , she never let others speak out a word about her
She would shout , she would scream , she does anything to make them gather that she was "innocent".
She was never my type of person..
She is gone out of my eyes and finally my heart .
She is over for me .
What do you think ?!
{M}.
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Wendy House
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