Heya mates ,
So since i tried with story , i am going to try my luck with poetry. This is the continuation of my other story in a poem form.
As everyone called her names,
She grew more weary of their memes,
She wasnt the damaged one,
But them .
She was called a looser,
She was stabbed right in her celler,
She was more than kind,
She was blind,
She was blind in love.
She never thought,
Oh , She never fought,
She was the best,
She was the kindest,
But they were using her,
She had no idea.
As she woke up from that bad dream,
She pinched her skin to make her feel,
She was not in a dream,
But rather she wished ,
Oh, poor louri,
Oh poor child.
Her mom said,
Dear child,
You are all i ve got,
Please be strong,
Lets face this together,
I will help you out,
Lets face this together,
Please my dear,
Please dont lose hope .
I wish you told me,
I wish you told me,
I would have protected you,
I would have ,
Thats all she could say,
Poor mum,
Poor louri.