Two thousand years back,
she looked fearless as always.
Nineteen years back,
she had designed her own bullet proof,
the piece which gave her protection,
the piece which made her invulnerable.
Two thousand years of research,
he looked innocent as always.
Nineteen years of research,
he had finally launched his masterpiece,
the piece which made him proud,
the piece which made him powerful.
Twenty one years later,
he tracked her hideout.
Twenty one years later,
he had her wrapped around his sweet words.
The masterpiece narrowed at her heart, he shot through
with poisonous words till her bullet proof tears into pieces.
The piece which was to fulfill the mission; which her body was made for.
Twenty one years later,
she peeled off her designed skin which was was clothed in bullets, revealing her fragile and fresh bare skin into view.
Twenty one years later,
she had built her heart with stones and fire, holding a change.
The piece that will shield her soul.
The piece that will make her immortal.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
