Child marriage and teenage pregnancy is another sin we practiced even after knowing it consequences, both mentally and physically. Teenage pregnancy can cause extra health risks and can infect her with HIV/AIDS. According to some cases, there is more likely to experience domestic violence and female infanticide in child and forced marriage.
Maybe The cindrella i know is not that sweet and brave and like the bough of the tree but , a sweet-bitter candy and like a twig which crumbles down easily , at the precipice of youth but doesn't express it's grimace. Absconding from its own self and sitting in the chasm of its soul , Sometimes waiting for that brace.
Or a maniac , living it to the fullest ,cohering the wings of the clouds and not confined . Acting dauntless but like the floating feathers falling from the sky, Acting like thorns but has a heart like a rose. Bleeding u to death and has devoured itself. Lost in the chasm ,in agony and waiting for you.
It doesn't have an aureole but a crown of horns and plays around the dark clouds of fantasy..
/* Soul’s heart: purer than heart Crows, silly hands, pity eyes: people Holy lives: a big and beautiful world of people with golden hearts. Flickering torch of life: conservative people/places */ _______________________
I love your pretty presence, Your unique soul is what my heart adores. When I say ‘you are special’ I mean it from the core of my soul’s heart. The words I know may not truly confess the height of my love for you, But I hope you find it from the twinkle in my eyes When they meet yours.
Amongst the devils around me, You are an angel of my good deeds. When the world was there to drag me down, You became my rocket to hurl me to space.
When the crows surrounded me, You became my Phoenix to guide me; When those silly hands cut my wings, You became my dragon to burn them, For their sins.
You gave me my mother’s love, When I needed a shade, And a friend’s hand, To hold while enjoying life's stages.
Oh! how beautiful is your smile, Its allure can turn hell into heaven, A demon into an angel and a storm into a breeze. It’s a beauty that can freeze the Sun And burn the Moon.
You are a bright star in my life, Whose light showed me the holy lives beyond mountains. Otherwise, I would have died in this cave, Under a flickering torch of fire, Which cant even let me adore the charms of fireflies.
You might be a normal being for those pity eyes, But I know you have the magic of Bird of Paradise. You can see the angels in disguise, You can make a person immortal By just holding their hands.
How lucky I am that I have you! You are a beautiful stroke of serendipity, In my boring canvas of life. I mean from the core of my soul’s heart, When I say ‘you are special to me Always and forever.'
Love, weren't you the one to dig up my grave? Didn't you call the people i've known in this span of life? Even beneath the land I could smell Aster As if it's placed on my chest If my smile reminds you of what true love feels like Why don't your tears scream my name? Years & years I spent trying to educate myself Still I know nothing much than a penny Somewhere over the seas I'm aware You'll miss me whenever you'll cross lovers Street The Haunting melodies on repeat Will bring you back to the core I owned in your heart Hours skipped so easily Yet I'm stuck in the frozen yore Within few months my corse will perish And I will return to my home where I belong I wouldn't define you as the traitor 'cause treasonous was the time Which let me kiss you in the fluorescent sky And in few seconds took me away with the grey clouds
One last question before i forget you, If given the chance will you turn back time Just to see me smile?
Let no one know where I hide at twilight, Somewhere in between lavenders to watch the magic of songwriting, Your sky blue eyes are like those escapade oceans, Even if the waves would try hard to wreck me, Endless infinite I had sail to reach the shore, Over the years I've experienced young love, As well as lived the life of a mad widow, How much would I give to be under your aegis? If it weren't for you my heart would have been lost in the tides of misery, No amount of condolence would have sewed me into you, I would have faded like that pink rose of never existing love, But every time I listen your songs it's like I sip a coffee of deep secrets, All my poems end up with your stories attached to it, And the fragrance of my verses comes from you!