Dedicated to my best friend and then lover for walking me past this. For holding my hand through my fears.
The last time, I have had enough,
And my excuses were not going to help,
If I were to survive, I need to be tough,
Either I should inform or finally yelp!
And then it all stopped,but never the fear,
He vanished from my life,but to mind he was adhere,
I could avoid the touches in life and run,
But I could never delete the memories of what he did for fun.
And then it came, the biggest exam of all,
To pass the test of purity before my love,
But he took me in as a good maiden girl,
Heart is what he chased, and so I learned to forget in love.
But then it all vanished, the love.the guy,
And then it was all lust again in this world, be shy!
The love was lie,but why? to give hope to the needy,
Deception,cruel though!! And now left all bleedy!!
And now I know for sure, I need to pass tests,
I can't ever, and maybe I am just a leftover of the pasts,
And if to find a guy who wants the heart behind the breasts?
I don't trust anymore! They have and leave like guests.
But, then I was uplifted in love once, there is hope,
But does love starve? I like to go with the belief.
It's hard to think of me as someone that's perfect to cope,
But I am not my mistakes and past, am the heart you thieve!
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Thought it was necessary to have a positive outlook to the whole 'I was molested once scenario'.
It's definitely not the end of the world and if somebody ever comes understanding that -Fine!If not, more that fine, because you are you.You don't need anyone else to tell you that you are perfect. Definitely not anyone's words to realize your potential and innocence and it's not on anyone's hearth or test that you are going to live!!
Protect!
Pull your Chin Up!
Live!
Laugh!
Always remember you were the victim, not the culprit and your mistake is nothing but a liability.
Be proud girls. Talk it out loud. Be the change you want to see.
Let the world know where it stands and be ashamed.
Let it change, let's ignite the change!
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
