The Ink Of Hearts.

The Ink Of Hearts.

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A book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the owner. Excerpt: ✴Black & White frame.✴ I'm hiding myself in a black and white frame. I'm hiding myself in my colourless shame. I can never escape. It's all too late. Your love is blinding, making me trip. Your love is slowly, slowly, choking me with its grip. ✴Heart of Pandora.✴ He is wine, Slashing against the throat but makes you forget. He was mine, A sweet feeling I will never regret. His words are gasoline. His face is Adonis. His heart is Pandora. His words echo in my mind like the endless sky. "You've changed.." ❇▫❇▫❇ Thank you for reading, have a beautiful day ahead. Don't hold back from commenting and telling me if I have some mistakes or something like that. Because I want to get better and better. ❤❤❤❤❤ Spread peace and love for a brighter world. Love, Hafsah Nadeem.
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I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

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