byalina

I am certainly not controlled by anyone

But feels like I am tied between endless tangles threads.

I want to feel that 'freedom' and ' happiness'

But why am I awake this late?

- 23:42

Making it flimsy and weakened

I am confused.

she's never said no to her nemesis

even though they were her benefits

she wore the smile like it couldn't hide her

fragile and weakened heart

she liked the color brown

just like her thick wavy hair in her curvy

mind

that kept on floating with jumble of words

she is a angle with loyal and kind heart

who right now is in her own wars

battling and fighting to blossom

like the rest of her body parts.

the screams ached deep on my heart

burned all over my body

all the perfect lies told my others

ended in the ached heart

no absolutely its not a secret

because i still wanna be me

roses burn like red flames

thorns act like tendrils on my body

anything but always helps me grow

with my beautiful mistakes and regrets

the 365 soaked potoroids and memories

with deep cuts and scars

and the joy of stories

are the stories i will always remember

even when i am old.

The long hairs in the brown skin

The green trees with red hats

The bust street with crowded places

The foggy mornings with hot chocolates

Cosy blankets wrapped on my leg

Cold breeze air shimering in the air

Scarf around my neck

To make me warm as they said

today, the day every time I blinked everything looked like the fairytale world with magic and great golden happiness with pretty things. I asked my mom why was I seeing everything so pretty today even the dried dead flowers or sandy roads It looked  perfect to me she held my hands and whispered to me darling, you're just positive and I understood  I was healing from my past

(patience)

the loneliness sobbed when I was lonely in my  dim  room just  how my thoughts haunted me only when I was lonely.

I cried and tried to put on the perfume that erased all my  dull feelings sometimes it did other days it was just shadier

The only place with thousands different opinions. (bookstores)

'smell of books and bookstores are my favourite things'