*warning*

*This is a MATURE poem, so don't go ahead if you don't like those things*

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One more thing,

Zaara is a character from a story I read recently.
This poem is based on that story.

In the mood of night
Her story really starts
She ain't a princess
But a queen of many hearts

They love her for the moment
Till they have her their way
Then they leave her alone
But yes, they do pay

But that is never enough
Her lust is way too much
And so when alone
She has to make herself blush

But then comes a prince
Bringing the memories of past
Giving hope to the lost soul
That this time it'd last

A little classy
A little mysterious
He plays it safe
Knows it's dangerous

But her heart is swooned
Watching the dress he gave
And so in the middle of night
She's ready to enter his cave

The moment his voice sounds
She knows who it is
Calling her a Cindrella
He creates a perfect bliss

But that is not enough
To brush of all those memories
Those moments of her life
Which she forgot as histories

It was ten years back
When he had pierced her glory hole
Calling her his mate
He had entered her lonely soul

She thought it was love
But it was just another teenage lust
When she said she bore a child
He knew a breakup was must

Her love abandoned her
Her parents followed suit
Crushing the little girl
That was the destiny's boot

But the girl didn't lose
She was strong at the core
She decided to live alone
Even if it meant being a whore

On a rainy thunderous night
In a dark abandoned alley
She gave birth to a little girl
Another trophy in the valley

She thought the fortunes turned
But no they never do
Illness consumed her only child
Without a formal adieu

All alone again
She continued her journey
Passed away as a baton
She was the trophy of every tourney

And all that because of him
The boy who didn't dare
Who didn't have the courage
To stand with her out there

But now he comes again
With a hope to mend it all
To make her a princess again
To save her from a fall

Though she had seen enough of life
To trust it all again
She knew that in the game of lust
There was never a bargain

Rejecting his kiss
She walked away from him
And for the first time in life
Her hope was really thin

She knew this was the moment
The moment where it ends
She was about to take a shortcut
Tired of all those bends

Gulping the tablets colourful
She waited till it all was hazy
After one last blush she said
"Mommy's coming to you, oh baby!"

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"How many times does it happen that someone else pays for your mistakes?
So please, make sure you don't bring on that fate to anyone."