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Unspoken Poetry Feelings

Unspoken Poetry Feelings

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Kung hindi kayang masabi gamit ang labi Kaya namang ipahiwatig gamit ang tinta at pluma Masakit kasing itago ang salitang hindi masabi Na para sayo gusto mong awitin gaya ng musika Paano nga ba ipaparating sayo sinta ? Ito lang ang naiisip ko gamit ang tinta Para malaman mong ikaw parin ang sinisinta Hindi ka Kasi mawaglit sa aking isipan Mula pa noon na ako ay iyong iniwan Kaya't sana'y itong tula ko'y iyong mabasa At ng malaman na ikaw parin talaga Vote, Comment and Share this! 😊 I want to write this poems to my one great love who is my one and only one, but now his gone. I hope mabasa niya to. Kaso Di ko alam ang pen name niya dito sa wattpad. JRD hoping you read this. Thankiess...
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After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

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