I voice against judging people by their profession.I voice against molestation ,child trafficking,rape. I thoughful change in the mindset of people can give rise to all such answers, these women have,rather all individuals who are subdued by one or the other have.
Yes it's a old post. But today's promt just was a perfect fit.So posted it again. Tis a long read !
Being in the darkness was never been a decision of her own.She was thrown into the darkness of the streets.The hope for an escape into the world of light was just a daydream for her... The light was becoming forbidden in her world.The darkness was eating her alive.. She was been in the shadows for too long And was no more afraid of the dark.. It was converting her , Changing the fragile flower into a bush of thornes,which only hurts the people around her . There was no innocence ,not even a trace of it. And the word mercy was forgotten by her.. She was a pure soul,but the devil was too strong.. And the pure soul was dying inside Only to turn her into a sinner...
You are like a song a mellifluously melancholic ℯ the ebony mirk sings for his beloved dawn afore he departs.. Bidding adieu to the slumberous beauty he sins of kissing her ᴄʀɪᴍsʏɴ with roscid pearly drops of dew lining her cheeks; he vows to meet her every night .
//You brought out the best of me A part of me I've never seen . You took my soul and wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens// - Kodaline, All I Want
You are like a song , my favorite song Delicately crafted by The One with love. Whose melody exhilarates My body and soul.
You are the strings of my guitar Upon touching tranquility engulfs me Every note a piece of art , A voice so bewitching. Every chord I strum , sings a lullaby Alleviating the whirlwind inside my mind. Verses come and go with chorus Soon it's the outro but You remain by my side as my favorite song The world left far behind Busy in our own little paradise Only you and me.
You are like a song , the reason for Teardrops on my guitar. Your melody so enchanting A veil of comfort draping my soul.
You're like a song that battles with life, a folded suicidal lyrics and it is okay if I add a melody to it. You are the black wall when solitude brings me to a corner and I stare at you. I wear you like bandages over my bare skin, a bruised metaphor sheath over my framework. It used to be a glossary of what moistening melancholy seems like. It had painstakingly built itself but sometimes the sebaceous glands happened to impregnate it. Further, pimples and acnes were used to such feeding on regular dosages of the lubricant, they grew and spreaded like thorns over the bosom of a rose.
I let my skin breath but all it does is weeping more on a lonely summer afternoon. My fall was not the story of a maple leaf but of a pebble down a rocky hill. It would be a sin if I didn't let the zephyrs bury me to the seashore and kiss the sand tubs. You know it isn't very easy to peel off the autumn, poise the injuries which are already poised. They want to live more, they find solace in your arms, they too tear. Their tear's blood. Injuries weep blood and young, oozing blood soothes their eye walls. They suffer and we let them suffer more, poor skin!
Shadows suck the sunshine from the horizon and melodies are left all grey dancing on those moody strings of my guitar, left untouched. There lies melody in broken faces but what more grey personalities do, adds a teaspoon of depression instead of pouring euphoric smiles. Even if death is certain, why not make it a happy end? As long you live, do not forget to crown yourself a happy life. Do not die with a frown, die with a broken smile.
At last, I should thank the poison, the nutrient that I was going to consume before my death. It lacked the ego of being a poison, so I did not pluck any interest in it. Moreover, my parents are too busy to take the blame of nourishing a betrayer. *tears the suicide note and bursts out in tears*
So beautiful i look, Surrounded with all those Mesmerizing flowers, These are my sins, I camouflaged them To trick your heart, Hoping you could love me With all my mistakes.
So faultless i seem , I hid all my scars So you could see me in a perfect way, I blindfolded your eyes With that silky delusional veil, So you would not see Those illusory lights Illuminating from my soul, Wishing you to like me ,anyway.
lunarwolf@thelunareclipse I can just tell you like your privacy so I didnt want you to think I was being nosey or prying. I respect anyone's boundaries. That's why I always say sorry I case if I accidentally did. I'm just glad you're okay.