Earlier, moon was the only beautiful thing in my nights.
Then you came in,
Now the nights be always beautiful..
Full moon or black moon,
Starry or cloudy,
Rainy or windy,
Sleepy or sleepless,
They are beautiful…
As a kid, she wanted to be like her barbie doll. Having long hair, pretty eyes and hourglass figure was her dream.
She wished someday she will also find her prince charming who would take her away to a magical land where there is only flowers and no sorrows..
She grew up beautifully to steal a few hearts,
Now they see her as an object, a walking robot which can not dream or fly,
And her heart is torn apart by some evil king.
Here she lies on the floor like a broken doll, there is no such thing as magic she thought, when she looked up her barbie staring back at her wide-eyed through the glass,
She wanted to be like her when she was small,
but she didn’t knew that she will also be played like a lifeless doll..
The twilight on the river ,
the scattered sunlight getting slightly dimmer..
As the evening breeze blue, it cuts through my veins..
the blood is supposed to be red but i bleed blue!!