Description
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Everyone has someone or something behind their past- a writer behind their story. According to my past and the planned future I was supposed to be the villain. Not that I despised it- I love being a villain. But what if I'm not one, especially in the life of my target himself ?

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Poem
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A dark, dark night,
Hid a dagger in my shoe
But the stars shone bright,
When I actually saw you,
And as you walked
through the ballroom gates,
Somehow I felt it melting,
All my hate.
And you looked around,
through the crowds,
When you saw me,
With my hands folded around.
And the music started playing,
So you offered me a hand,
You were different when we didn't met,
So I did something unplanned.

The tables became efficient turners,
And as the night proceeded further,
Was it a spell that you had on me or,
Was it just me, obsessing over my defeat

According to the writer,
I was supposed to be the villain,
But that night couldn't be brighter,
When we danced around the halls.
Forgetting the world that ever existed,
Into the stars as we misted,
But the clock struck twelve too soon,
And because of the darker me,
I had to leave you.

For the very first time,
I didn't gave a fuck about the future,
The murder I designed,
And just smiled at your humour.
It was a time I ran away from myself,
But all that charm only rested till twelve

According to the writer,
I was supposed to be the villain,
But that night couldn't be brighter,
When we danced around the halls.
Forgetting the world that ever existed,
Into the stars as we misted,
But the clock struck twelve too soon,
And because of the darker me,
I had to leave you.
But we got stuck, in eachothers eyes,
Like the same moment in a loop.
I saw you smirking before the moment died,
Oh! I've never seen a disguise so true.
Never ever had a storm,
struck so soft,
Outside was a paradise,
but our hearts went warzone.
Oh! I was falling so hard for you,
And you ensured a perfect landing
Right in your heart, as I walked through,
You bent over and started whispering.
You said,
People with the brightest of smiles,
Are sometimes the darkest inside.

Oh, he knew the whole damn time.

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