She was a collector
Of broken dreams
And misplaced things
She put them together
To make her heart compete

*No wonder why
She loved me so much
She told me
I was the final piece

One** word can hurt one heart
In one second for one whole day

Mind your words.
So its wouldn't hurt others.

Because sometimes..

...the pain lingers for years.

I am a damsel;
I need not a prince.
I need not a knight.
I'm a modern damsel with a need for life.

I am a damsel;
Distress is always there.
Challenges are everywhere.
I'm a modern damsel who takes down mountains.

I am a damsel;
I feel fear, and maybe that's a good thing.
I feel uncertain, and maybe that's not a bad thing.
I am a modern damsel who gets to feel everything...

Because that's what damsels in my generation can do.

he never loved her

she did

now he

visits her grave often

and I wonder why ?

With every rain drops
drops my dream
dream, that I had
had,a long time ago
ago,when we were close
close,by heart & a soul
soul,that I love
love,now its all gone
gone,with your footstep
footstep,that you took away
away from my heart
heart that you loved
loved or as you act
act, that warmed me with
with every rain drops
drops my dream ....

Why have I attempted suicide so many times
And lived?

My mind imagines this:

My body close to yours
My fingers entwined with yours
My foot across yours
My head inches away yours
My eyes staring deeply at yours

And then
Slowly

My lips lock with yours

His heart mimics mines
His hands are soft as mine
His beauty is desirable
His shell is hard but he's soft on the inside
He makes me laugh
He's always there for me