Ultimately the blood filled page thrives for empty pen
Well this time he wasn’t killed by a gun,
Every following shadow left alone because everyday sun has to set
Followed by the moon night lasts with her own shades of breath,
She stands tall with her words that chapter had to go
Throwing a question of hating him and there is nothing left to show,
Questioning that every pain he had given to her
Oh my queen of angels everything in his life is one eyed blur,
What not he has listened from past to shun the fun
How much he is hurt ,because scar has engraved on his fur,
Nothing was done intentionally
How would you justify that to soul of sword,
She was a fighter , gutted down to the smile of pains
Let her go , even the chapter is closed because she can’t be chained.
(Contradiction)
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