In middle of night wide awake, her fingers aching to write. There is a reason why she chose paper over people & ink over tears. There is a reason why she chatted offline,which started with "dear diary". Dreams were higher than her height & night was longer than her messy hair. Her fate was in her fingers not in her fate lines.She wrote about the people who thought sadness was her treasured virtue. little did they know she was just a mirror reflecting them. She was just a writer , you added tragedy,romance,comedy to her genres. Your actions,words matter. She is just a writer, she is just a mirror.
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When I Thought
PoetryWhen i thought my mind want to explode. When i thought my heart want to emote. And When i thought they want me to share this to you. This Poem here my inspire to you I hope you like it! 400 In Poetry 8/13/17
