She wrote everything she felt, bitterness, love, fears and passions..
She kept a lot within the words she dint want to share...
These words wernt meant to be read or understood...It was just her happy place...

under the thousand stars and enchanting magic,
There was a lot hidden in her words.. Not everything was for a purpose ...
Not every peice was for her amour.
Writing through her heart bribes to night rides,
writing through her day lights to dark minds,
She keeps her feelings locked no more but they are hidden ... sure!

if she doesn't seek shelter in her labyrinth of words, she'll choke herself to death,
coz beyond the words, she doesnt vent about...

But what now? there are wars that are hidden, not in words but in the core of her heart...
she doesn't write them now for they may find out...
She's lost the magic potion to keep her feeling hidden in the words so she burries it unwritten...

There is so much she calls to write about those empty nights, fading connections and silent prayers...
but she keeps it unwritten in a pile of unwanted rotting feelings...
Some day, these unwritten words shall be a worthless game of time,
but little did she know, she was thriving in the dark that would let her go blind...