We were complete, beautiful and weary but the question of our life all along changed and the story turned to something else,this stumbled on........

we appeared to be defective on a balcony of mysterious beauty, now we're ashamed as we slain for our beauty,what could have caused this accresent wound?

Our part was cut away and it is nothing nothing to be proud of any longer as a consequence of the mischievous world which made us loose our beauty.

We could feel the pain as our beauty,beautified and beautiful part came to be a scar and made us looked like a beautiful garden with no flowers;

Empty! angry! flummery!
that's how we feel when part of us becomes a scar, because everyday we're apart feels like a lethargy possessing few imperfections within us.

Thou; your beauty can never be the same again
Thou; your scar can never come back to normal
but,I hope our internal accresent adapt with the wound and there will be everlasting bestow healing and comfort.
© zaiyanass
@Ibrahimboluwatife