Fear her, she isn't your average teenage girl, she's been through much more than you'll ever experience. She's been burnt before, stabbed in the back, been in love and broken hearted. Her eyes hold the most sinister darkness, she's so young yet her soul is a thousand years old. Night is her best friend, and the moon her lover she could never reach... she finds peace in chaos, harmony in catastrophe, life in death, beauty in pain. Don't let her fool you, behind her angelic beauty a once sweet girl who life turned upside down. Behind her beautiful voice, tears chocking her throat, behind her gorgeous poetry screams that couldn't be heard and signs of madness that never surfaced. Books are her drug, old novels with yellow damaged pages, stories of some star-crossed lovers, and music is her escape its what keeps her going through this cruel world. She was presented the the good, she chose darkness instead. « It's her gift to make everyone fall for her smile and push them away with her sadness. »
She's been through hell and back, and walked it's burning coal paved path a smirk plastered on her face; so believe me when I say fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles, while a faint glow behind her traces her hidden black wings.
-Nour Ibrahim
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PoetryThat's the unfortunate reality Of star crossed lovers, No happy fairytale endings, More like Romeo and Juliette their love kills, When they don't acknowledge each other's feelings. -Nour Ibrahim-
