Its all about H(er)im

A melody runs inside her blood,
With the smile she wears with a gut

She is fighter of souls,
Don't judge her story of own.

She layed late nights in her bed
Lustfully asking him to get deaf

Coz the melody of her tears can't be soken
She is abundance of shit, come here broke her

The smiley girl lives in the days
And poet she comes on some Mays

But the night witness her inch by inch
How she cuts the vein of it

She fell in love
With someone who cares
But the story isn't weaved
Coz the ends despair.

Happiness knocks and sadness witnesses
She is again striving for life abundance.

Again the cuts, again the blood
She stopped so much, but it rushed.

Oozing out her melodious soul,
Which sings sometime to get her all

But things don't go as the wish
He comes again to make another stitch.

She ignored. He followed.
She protested. He eased.
Again when saw him,
Her heart freeze.

Why do feelings play such role
Snatches the abundance of love from your soul.

This story may seem fiction
But it gets true
When the writer weeps,
Writing through.

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Thanks.