Under the dim street lights, A beautiful soul cries, Wailing out her silent pleas, To a world from which she wants to flee. Despair hangs around her, Veiling her all over, Running for cover, Sinking lower and lower. Her thoughts drag her in A place where only she exists. Shouting out for help, No one… Continue reading -1-
She is not a damsel anymore. She is Iron and her heart is stone, Because the world hadn't cared for her anymore. She is the beast, and she breathes fire; She clutches a sword and slashes her way, Through forests of agony and paves away. Her sorrow turned her into a warrior. And she's made… Continue reading Made her mark.