She lived her emotions in a bubble, where nobody can break her down.
Falling into her own kind of fate, nothing but her memories left to be found.
She was told to reach for the stars, instead she reached for the skies.
A lot of mixed up emotions, and a lot of lies.
Lies they preach to her in form of deceit...
Callous men, in clothings of saint.....
Come we will show you the right way,
They only wanted what they can't have, been unreal
Nobody was able to embrace her mind.
Only but a few understands her might
A shadowy figure, one of a kind.
She felt that she could do anything, she set her mind on.
Not knowing, she will never belong.
Her outragously behaviour brought on another show.
Too many secrets that she did not know.
High on whatever she may find.
Her sight was fading, as if she was blind.
She felt no more pain,
Wandering through the rain.
Whatever she was promised, was gone away.
No more room here, all hearts seems enclosed
she cannot stay.
Touching the skies with her fate.
Running through the promises, but never be late.
She knew still she would always rise
Though all empty promises made
Will take time to leave her memories,
But they surely will fade, for she's the
Combination of black dry tornado.
She would rise still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A refined poetic imagination, Kareem Itunu. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.