She awaited the day A special one it was expecting the magic To blow a candle To age and feel life Perhaps closer.. To the deathbed Nevertheless, the hope And the gratitude Of being alive To see the sky, the birds To smell the fresh air It was worth it To move on To remember The past hurdles It was not in vain Gratitude filled her heart Tomorrow was the day The day to remember A special 18th What awaits after this hurdle Was definitely unknown But would continue Regardless Hope was infinite Struggles were finite She slept peacefully Knowing this The morning awakened her With the birds chirping A strong day it was.. My my
She was happy She was light She was a wonder And so magnificently beautiful Her light always attracted wonder She was magnificent Magical Her eyes Her beauty Her inner spirit And all the spirit She was unique No One like her And it was a beautiful thing She didn't need to change others Her aura repelled what wasn't meant for Making room for only what mattered Such beauty Not just physical Her aura really shined People liked her Initially she wasn't aware And was ignorant of her power But something striked itđ I loved her Like my very own A kind woman So good and true A pure heartđâ¤ď¸ Magic truly begins from withinđđĽ°â¤ď¸
Persephone That was the name her parents gave her. She was a queen, forged through fire, born through unbearable pain and unconditional love. âYouâre queen in your soulâ, her mum would always say over as a baby.
Persephone Queen of the underworld Queen of the heavens Goddess was her true definition. And royalty was rightfully hers. A woman forged through fire, unbearable circumstances, tough woman and a survivor of the fire sent to burn her.
She was a grown woman now and her mum would always remind her, âPersephone, let go of which that doesnât serve you, whatâs meant to serve is greater than that. Youâre not your circumstance. Whatâs in you is so great, you can rule any queendom or kingdom.â
Those were the last words of her mum before she passed away. Persephone, who wasnât as close to her dad wondered how she going to conquer the world and overcome her inner demons. This was just the beginningâŚ
She was silent. The echoes could shatter a glass into a million pieces. Alice knelt down before her empty bed. âHow ?â, She thought. All, she knew was she couldnât continue But there was a small glitter of hope in her stormy mind. âMaybe itâs not true â, she thought. And cried to sleep
I gave you my all and you took it for grantedâ, he said sadly. He looked into her eyes and the reflection was nothing but indifference and no love.
It shattered his world. He was broken into pieces. He didnât want to find another. He wanted her. All of her. She and no one else.
Alissya looked back at him with sympathy in her eyes, she had a thousand reasons to love him and a million more not to. The saying right person, wrong time was the true definition of her ironic situation She stared back at him and utterly said, â I didnât ask you toâ
The pain and the silence of it could shatter a million more broken pieces of glasses.
It was deafening. Slowly, she turned away and never looked back.
To Chris, Love was pain and a venture not to be taken on ever again. He knelt down and wept. His heart was heavy. The sound of his love aching for and singing melodiously for her. Some people didnât deserve love. That was all he knew. PainâŚ
If wishes fell like a rain Then certainly, Iâm a storm Iâll cause your worst havoc Iâll be the nightmare wish You never dreamed of The nightmare wish You would regret most For it says, be careful What you wish for What did you think I was going to do Watch you cause pain And go scotfree Now itâs your turn Swallow in the pain The pain of regret The pain of remorse The pain of unforgiveness How dare you Iâm your nightmare wish Proudly, yours alone And guess what Thereâs no escape
âWe need magic. It's our source of life. You're limiting us by starving of the very source that feeds our soulâ, Clark, the magic enthusiast said.
The king angrily got up and said, âShut up. Get outâ
Clark didn't waste any more time and left before the king devoured him if more nonsense.
âI think I just met the happiest person in the worldâ, Chris smirked.
âOh, I am? Thatâs a beautiful thing to say, I do appreciate itâ
Chris loved her glow, she was like a bright morning star to him, or even the sun. Her beauty was indescribable. Her skin, finely made by the best architect in the world. Above all, she was humble. âDamnâ, he thought. âI must make her mineâ
The first time he saw her, he just knew. She was one of a kind. Her laughterâŚ, he loved it all.
âI hope to make you mine somedayâ, Chris said, âOr even nowâ, he said jokingly
âThat would be a great questâ, she smiled.
She knew her worth. He had to get her. At all cost
