𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐌𝐀𝐍

Stunning charcoal eyes with breathtaking, smiles of a young lady having red lips in her lovers face.

They found love.
No! They grew to love.
Ideas of fantasies lived in their hope
The hope of their future couldn't be broken

Slowly they couldn't find a bit of it anymore
He was drinking hard and she wasn't home
Gifts and outing became an abomination

The things we never cherished Are greatly missed.
The things we laughed about became boring,
Every day is like a movie because it is scripted already.


All never existed because mum was always home but not in her body.
We always felt the melodious voice from the bathroom.
Till cancer loved her more.
Do we feel it or grow it?
The Framed on the wall above the shelf
The picture on the wall

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐌𝐀𝐍

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