I dont need a hand to hold Even if my soul gets old And my mind gets cold Coz i got deep burning fire in my soul. Undoubtedly i search for myself When i feel down and find my own scattered pieces of those stolen parts. Mostly i find myself when i close my eyes . So what's the point to be humble and wise? In these days of hardships given by me, I learn to love myself and to adore myself. Coz i dont care bout anyone anymore so i don't expect anyone to love me unconditionally the way i use to love myself. However nowadays i tend to loose my temper and sometimes i shout at my wellwishers. Yeah, thats the fu*king truth and i proudly accept sometimes i acted like a bi*ch and deliberately cross the line . But my soul is at peace right now coz No longer i pretend ,anyone matters to me at all. Now I'm insane but not alone again. I buried my soul in the dark night A night where my soul becomes more darker and shady. While i never discovered my weird side before maybe i was much afraid to explore the depth of sea of those busy places with unwantes blurry faces. No longer i was broken and torn apart And my nasty dark scars have been completely hidden . Now it's time to show no mercy to the cursed people of this universe. As i've no more tears to shed as I'm the queen of bloody hell.
A feather in a diary old Long ago i had to enfold. The emotions I couldn't hold. It was lying under a tree You picked it up and gave it to me. "If I am forever gone, then it will help you to move on". Destiny slapped me hard. You were laid to rest in a graveyard. I was torn apart. Then that feather came flying to me from nowhere. It gave me goosebumps and scare. So I hid it in a diary and left it there. After few autumns when some pain left like withering leaves. And my body accumulated some warmth to withhold winters. I felt as if you touched me softly. I couldn't control and ran abruptly With trembling hands I held the same diary I looked at the feather A sudden change in weather Thunder struck my heart. With teary eyes I relived again our story. As I touched my face with it. It felt as if you gave a kiss. Now I write about you to fill my heart that was once stark. Love letters..... And that feather is my bookmark.
Far far away In a fairyland There was a prince with only one hand. But as I was told his heart was of gold. He had a beautiful mind and was so humble and kind. The king wanted him to get married as part of the decreed. But because of his disability The kings of other kingdoms were hesitant. He asked his father not to bother. For if love is there It will find its way.
It once happened That the prince was on his usual stroll when All of a sudden He saw a girl surrounded by few swordsmen. The girl had fear on her face They guys intentions were not good that he could trace. His guards were left far behind Without a thought He took out his sword and with them he fought. He had the idea that he may be overpowered but he was not a coward. He fought them like a brave. Injuring himself but the girl he was able to save. He was left in bloody mess and felt down unconscious. When he opened his eyes he was in his castle and to his surprise the girl he saved was there beside . She was all dressed up and Looking all pretty. She was a princess from a kingdom called Antriquity. They fell in love with each other. True love does not care of the conditions or weather. It just happens if it had to. All you need is to be true