Once upon a time,
there were two different girls,
holding hands together.One was known as Violet,
one was known as Amaranth.
Two different worlds collided,
Create the best memory for the entire eternity.Once upon a time,
a wild typhoon storm came,
making them drifted apart,
for Violet, Amaranth is her world, her bestfriend, her home.
but a mere girl like her,
what can be done to stop circumstances?Their old collided world changed,
She sent Violet a sorrowful look,
Amaranth said with tears in her Hazel eyes;
'Promise me you will be good, violet. Promise me that you will be fine. Promise me that you will find your creator along the way. Let's meet again in heaven, we will build our dreamhouse with vanila scents filling our home. 'Violet nodded,
even if it's hard,
even if she knew she will break the promises,
even if she need to face the raging war inside her head.Her venomic heart sank,
with the promises she kept,
she lives and continue her dark lunatic life.Those two different girls,
Violet wrote an English poetry,
Amaranth wrote an Arabic poem,
their empty souls paint a fantasy,
while making heaven their goals.--------
One day, Amaranth,
beneath the sapphire sky,
on a beautiful heavy grass,
I promise to lay down with you.One day, Amaranth,
I want to hear your soothing voice reading Al Quran ringing in my ear.One day, Amaranth .
I want to lift my scarred arms for you to see,
and I want to proudly say;
I fought the monster.One day , Amaranth.
Wait for your faded violet to be bright again.Wait for me.
-a.
This is for Amaranth, the best ever friend i accidentally made at my lowest time.
This is for Amaranth, the bright cheerful girl that i wished to be.
This is for her, my soulmate, my bestfriend.
This is for Amaranth.
Thank you, for everything,
for every little atomic reasons,
for every little words,
for every little hugs,
for just being there.Hello, this is Violet from 2024. I lost Amaranth.
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