“Good people are like dreamcatchers they try to purify bad people but unknown that any color which mingles with black, transforms it”
Turquoise whirlpools swirling in the terrible place called mind, Fear resulting the fingers and sheets to be entwined. Rebel and fear colliding with deadly glistening sparks, Leaving trails of awful question marks.
Underneath the enigma of wrappers, Blooms an opal daisy brimming with forbidden chapters. Mystifying simplicity, camouflaging the bubbly chatters, Which were lost and left in awful tatters.
Faux ‘I don’t care’ looks I gave, Trying to put my mask of being naïve “Liar, Liar pants on fire” looks you made me encounter, Exclamation on book references coming from my echo sounder. Making me brave in that comical flabbergasted situations. We are the imperfect mentally retarded creations.
Some girls are the emerald atop of the hill, The ones kissed by sunlight. Chameleons, changing from a wildflower to a daffodil. The Riding Hoods, travelling in the forbidden with courage and might.
“Platelets heal injuries on flesh. Motivational leaflets heal injuries on heart.” Heal
We are growing, It doesn’t mean in knowledge, In attitude, in personality, in age. It means we learn to hide our pain. More elegantly.
“Why leave your heart blank? Paint it in corals, sapphires, emeralds, turquoise and crimsons. If the brush is unavailable use your hand”- Enigma
Time to slide back in her casing, Knowingly, sat she, star gazing. Difficult to mould herself again into a stranger, Be the ultimate nerd like Hermione Granger.
Brain fogging with multitude of thoughts, A dynamic black hole unreachable for astronauts.