𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
In the depths of my being, a melody plays,
Whispering through my soul in rhythmic ways,
A symphony composed by the universe's hand,
Authored by Royal_Palad1n, a talent so grand.
"The Melody in My Soul," a tale unfolds,
Through words woven delicately, it beholds,
A journey of emotions, a poetic trance,
Where hearts find solace in the author's dance.
Verse by verse, the cadence comes alive,
With each line, the depths of feeling thrive,
Like notes on a staff, harmonies unfold,
Guided by Royal_Palad1n's stories untold.
The melody sings of love's tender embrace,
Of passion's fire and the gentlest grace,
It resonates with dreams both old and new,
A testament to the author's soul shining through.
The characters breathe, their voices clear,
Their joys and sorrows, we're invited to hear,
Royal_Palad1n weaves them with care,
Crafting narratives that deeply ensnare.
Through ink-stained pages, the emotions flow,
In this symphony of words, our hearts bestow,
The Melody in My Soul, a masterpiece untold,
Royal_Palad1n's gift, a treasure to behold.
So let us listen to this poet's call,
And immerse ourselves in the soulful sprawl,
Embrace the magic, the cadence, and the whole,
For within these verses lies the melody of the soul.
[A backburner story ]
I don't own BNHA and the ART(The Cover of this story is mine I edited it but the original version belongs to the rightful owner.)
ⓒ of Kohei Horikoshi
Started at 07/15/2021
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💔 Unwanted
Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable.
But to little Lisa, it was all empty.
She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand:
> "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..."
And his cold voice would push her away:
"Go away, Lisa. You are not important."
She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining:
> "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?"
But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust:
"Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister."
She would hug her toy and look at Bambam:
> "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?"
But he would glare and snap:
"Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here."
And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence.
In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky:
> "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?"
And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life?
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