That moment…

In a frustration

She threw her phone

Cz she felt like love has gone

With a heart little of love

She left herself free for tears to roll

Just like a feather with no strength

Clueless about where she should be

Felt a sudden hold and someone holded hand

The grip grew more stronger

With a warm cover that became a sheild

Got the place where she exactly should be

Stopped shreiking as the soule was commanding

Felt a warm breath of someone

Who wanted her to be free

Free from grip of those boundaries

That was a prince who made her free 

Free from all those scars which were not ment to be……

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