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Light as a feather. She should have run She should have left sooner As she listened to the sweet voice of Madonna Her heart still ached for his touch For his caress And for the man she thought he was. They told her that he would be her ruin He would be an addiction that she couldn't escape After all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions That much she knew But she had fallen into darkness And at the instant she knew She ceased to know. She wept in silence Not because of her lack of common sense Not because of her pain But because she was trapped In the confines of her heart That, which was supposed to be her sanctuary Became her dungeon and her obituary. As she took the blade to her ebony wrists She paused for a moment Contemplating; thinking about her actions Watching all the happy memories flash before her eyes. Neck deep in the waters of her bathtub She released a heart-wrenching wail A guttural sob Which pierced through the stale air. Finally, she slit Gazed on as the ...

Lonely and Alone I'm lonely and alone. The only time when I feel great I will be with someone Though I know that all days Nobody wants me I keep hoping that Someone out there will love or loves me I hate knowing Nobody sees the inner charm in me I walk out there wishing To be noticed. I'm afraid To be "the misunderstood " I'm always Trying not to be rude I'm always Pushing people away When I'm Left alone All I want is to be Someone else I wouldn't even want to be with  [Now read from the bottom] ©obrianmazunda

ODE TO LIFE Life, it still confuses me Why are we alive? Life was given to me Should that make me lucky We should be thankful to the gift of life But sometimes I feel life should be thankful to us Life lives off our fears and sadness Our Joys and happiness Our sorrows and Thanksgiving We feel that we feed from life But maybe life feeds from us Maybe we make life live Maybe we give life to life Just maybe, we are the reason life exists © Maracci

 I had Loved you  Beneath my every Brokenness I had loved you Not minding the hurts I felt from the edges you possessed You wanted me to bleed , My heart bled for you while gushing out pain You wanted me to leave my heart at the door and never request for honesty even when we did what lovers do Beneath my darkness I had loved you Not minding you had no light for tomorrow You wanted me to care less for tomorrow Tomorrow is so dark with tears blinding my eyes Beneath my every weakness I had loved you Not minding you were a weak and not worthy to be compared to the weakest vessel You wanted me claiming me to be my strength I'm still fallen You were Broke You were Dark You were Weak Beneath it all, I had loved you The scars of your love left me in my Brokenness The scars of your love left me in my Darkness The scars of your love left me in my Weakness Beneath it all,I still Love you.  🖤™🖋

Martin Martino: The Lion's Throne ×× prologue ×× Some people are very lucky to have a normal life while some are not. I was a happy little girl living with my family,and just one night change my life forever. I was trained to be an assassin, I was trained hard for that. leagues of Assassin is a place where someone life means nothing A place where power and authority speaks more than words. But I was given a second chance to live. Everyday I struggle to survive. The leagues of assassin live by many principles and rules. Rule number one, never fall in love I was trained to be an hardhearted assassin. Rule number two, never show your weakness to others, because it may be used against you. And rule number three. Kill without mercy. Welcome to leagues of Assassin. {Chapter 1} ANITA'S POV Anita!! Ani!! Oh not again, I said as I stopped playing with my friends to answer my mother's call. Am Anita, by two I would be eighteen years old. Am the only child of my parent. I and my pa...

A MUST READ FOR THE WISE My money,  my house,  my  car,  my  children,  my  certificates,  my  job,  my  husband,  my  wife,  my  families,  my  clothes,  my  SHOE..... My !  My!!  My !!! What  is  this  life worth? A  man  was informed  about the  death  of his  father,  but  he  tarried.  When  his  father  started  smelling,  their  neighbours  took  his  father  to  the  mortuary  for  preservation. A  week  later,  he went  to  the mortuary  to  see the  corpse  of  his  father.  When  he  was  about  to enter  the  place, there  was  a poster  placed  at the  entrance  of the  mortuary,  of which  no  on...