When she was down, tears and bleeding,
He, unknowingly, made her smile.
And in return for that smile,
She accepted all the daggers,
He threw at her, knowingly.
Only until it was enough.
She wasn't the type to let anyone kill her.
- borntowinash
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Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
