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Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
She asked me,
"Do you still miss me like before?"
I sighed, "No."
And with that said, I lit up another cigarette to smoke.
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
Red
The red moon is out tonight,
I'll meet you wearing the red flowing flames.
They might pull you towards me, so keep a distance.
Don't say afterwards that I played an unfair game.

At the top of the red building,
We'll decently get high on red wine
and just like that, unlock our deepest secrets
discovering every truth and every lie.

Hiding in the red sheets,
I'll leave red lipstick marks on your neck.
They'll be a tattoo on your skin ,darling.
Reminding you of our red date, just in case you ever forget.
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
When the demons surface the body
and the souls are buried somewhere deep.
The full moon appears from between the clouds
and every friend looks like an enemy.

The blood changes it's color to black,
making the hearts turn cold as stone.
You don't remain human anymore,
as the worst of your monsters lose control.

In a blink of an eye, there's a pool of blood
and the faces become unrecognizable.
O' Humans! Today I ask you a question,
*Who said that you could be the Most Powerful?
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
I visited the wonderland after ages
I was welcomed in the same old way.
The lavenders performed a splendid show
Reminding me of the last May.

The mansion was as we left it,
holding all the memories we made.
Your clothes were laying on the floor near bed.
I still remember how I allowed you to invade.

The family photo was hanging in the gallery
showing off one of my greatest achievements.
Those trips to London, Paris and New York,
a new adventure on every weekend.

The empty rooms haunt me now
but I am holding it all with a thin strand.
(If you ever want to return, darling,
Just come back to our Wonderland.
)
You'll know where to find me.
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
The hate is smoking my soul tonight.
I am trapped in illusions and reality.
I cringe as the thoughts invade my mind.


*I never wanted you to leave me.
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
I saw her daily, getting dressed up for the battle as she wore her armour and polished her swords.
She'd look at a warrior in the mirror and smile, despite all the battle scars which had become her identity.
The white flag had not danced with the wind yet she had already won.

Her name now shines bright in the pages of history.
This is dedicated to all the beautiful women out there who are fighting breast cancer.
Remember, you are not alone. We all are standing with you, to support you in this battle.
You all are warriors and inspiration for others. No matter what, you have already won this battle against cancer.
Stay strong ladies.

(Inspired by my mother. I am a proud daughter, mom.)
Javaria Waseem Oct 2014
They tell me,
"You are so young to write about this much pain, child."
They don't know
about all the different personalities that I hide inside.
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