Walking swiftly
Drinking in the gloaming
She consumes the miles of hopelessness
Keeping time to an absurd jingle
Running through her head
Undeterred by tempests
Her gypsy heart
Consumes the feral fire, akin to nectar
A walk into the wild — stroll on the tame
Her vagrant soul
Glowing like white-hot embers; a blossom of fire
A peace lily in the river of darkness
A cataclysmic paradox
Feared, or loved?
(Someone told me very recently that people can only fear me, and not like me. That’s how I ended up writing this one.)
Peregrinating The Isle Of Life 
Why would someone say that to you?
Why would someone chose to be afraid of you over loving you?
You are loved, okay?
Take care of your beautiful mind đ
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They’ve seen my monsters, and they’re afraid of them. Good. Saves me a lot of trouble.
And, thank you, my love. â¤ď¸
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We’ve all got monsters… They’ve got too.
Maybe they’re just afraid that your monsters will judge theirs… .-.
But well, at least now you know who to invest in.
Invest in those that love you. Not those that are afraid of you.
May Allah bless you with the best kind of companions… Those that deserve you đ
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Why would anybody even say such a thing to you? Everybody has monsters. I think that’s what makes people more beautiful. I myself have never cared much for perfection. Take care, darling. â¤
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Neither do I. I’m perfectly imperfect, and proud of it.
It was just a random statement which evoked some poetical reaction.
Thanks, love. đ
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Stay awesome. đ
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Irrespective of how you were inspired to write this, you churned out a masterpiece â¤
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Thank you, kindly, Ritika. Much appreciated. đ
P.S. Merry Christmas! â¤ď¸
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This piece is different, perhaps because it had a personal touch!
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