She searched.
She searched but never found herself.
She never saw how her hair flicked when she turned away.
She never saw how her lips curved when she smiled.
She never saw how her hands wrapped around the book she read.
She never saw how she closed her eyes when she slept.
She never saw any of that.
She heard an echo of her melancholic thoughts.
She saw a reflection of her self-consciousness
She felt blood from her scars.
She never found what she was searching for.
And to the cold, she sacrificed her soft body.
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Random Rumination
شِعر| #53 in poetry 20/2/2018 | ---------- ❝I like it. Maybe it's because my words look better on paper. Or because my lips fail to utter my words. ❞ - Phadwa : 0| My ink
