Died in cold blood , my dreams !
Part of me had lived many lives

Enchanted wishes that broken bad
Horrific stories in those archives

Heart had never gotten ever free
From the lava of pain’s beehives

Deemed notions cry of sorrows
For every emotion that thrives

Moments I feel her inside me
I catch every tear that survives

 

© Rana M All Rights Reserved

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