Is she a story or a verse,
A blessing or a haunting curse?
Her wings are as frail as a butterfly,
But her sting is venomous, like a Scorpio's cry.

Her beauty is akin to a butterfly's grace,
And her glow is brighter than a firefly's pace.
Ignored in the light, she shines in the night,
A captivating vision, a pure delight.

Her looks are mesmerizing,
As if taken from poets' writing.
She has nectar in her lips,
And I drowned myself, taking sips.

Little did I know what would come,
My eyes closed, and my mind numb.
In that moment, I saw heaven's bliss,
A glimpse of it, fulfilling my wish.

But suddenly, a blow struck me down,
Pain coursed through me, I wore a frown.
A dagger in my heart, a red stain,
No one around, but that mysterious dame.

Her hand, stained with my blood so red,
And her smile, as heinous as the floods ahead.

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welcomed by the sun and threatened by society

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Beneath the barren mudded heap
Beats of her heart do speak
Dark and Damp is this place
Trembled and afraid they seek escape
And In doing so, a beautiful poem takes shape

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All my breath is stolen
And I rest in my coffin
content.

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With feathers of others you cannot make wings for yourself.

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Sitting at a safe place
Throws the dice
Provoking against others
Pretends to be nice

A friend to all
Is friend to none— % &

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I wish I were a Christmas tree
I would have granted your wishes for free
The dreams which are caged in your mind
Those which are one of a kind
I would have made them true
Just for your smile
Cause it is really worthwhile
I wish I were a Christmas tree
I would have granted your wishes for free

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The best piece of advice I ever got in life is to
STAY CALM AND ENJOY

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I grew up...

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He stopped
He thought
He realized

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