Every breath of her was an unheard melody .
Her scars bled music.
Her tears were words.
Misheard tunes were her healing runes.
Living was never an easy option for her, dying was.
But it was her motto never to choose the easier way round.
Cause there aint anything as easy; life is hard.
In a journey of illusions they became one.
While the lies told her stories, she waited for him to come.
Ages pass, her existence fades, the flame of life bright no more, yet hope lasts for her hopeless love evermore....
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INCOGNITO #Wattys2017
PoetryShe sailed a sea of emotions to wander in a forest of scars. She is a dance of light and darkness. A galaxy of shadows and stars. The story where i found her just to get lost.
