This girl blessed among men
This girl with somber smile
This girl with bewitched eyes
This girl who faded my heart
She feels the pain of living,
Her soul crumbles everytime earth suffers
She envisage how humans sabotage their lives.
She has got so used to pain,
it doesn't stings anymore,
its just her life
She sits and waits for days to come,
thinking there's no purpose
all is untoward
She doesn't know,
she is wrong
She is auspicious,
she is the purpose
Life is hers,
pain got used to her
This girl, who can contemplate beauty in dead roses
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
This girl blessed among men
This girl with somber smile
This girl with bewitched eyes
This girl who faded my heart
She feels the pain of living,
Her soul crumbles everytime earth suffers
She envisage how humans sabotage their lives.
She has got so used to pain,
it doesn't stings anymore,
its just her life
She sits and waits for days to come,
thinking there's no purpose
all is untoward
She doesn't know,
she is wrong
She is auspicious,
she is the purpose
Life is hers,
pain got used to her
This girl, who can contemplate beauty in dead roses
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