Living in a world where hope once existed.
Lost years crumbled like an great avalanche.
In the window of abstraction, she stares.
She paints in the rain with her finger like it wasn't a heartache.
Her heart is being flustered and so, is under constraint.
A pine for someone is over the pains of her past.
Leaping in an abandon footprints.
Slowly falling from side by side.
Does anybody cares?
Does anybody knows I'm dealing with despair?
Does anybody even knows the burdens that I bear?
She hopes, both destination should mingle together.
Originally written by: @Prettymira18
Dedicated to: IvzMascosa
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A Poetry of Emotions
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