Another her within her

 Another Her within Her

Within the Cascade of lucifer,

We all die to become adults of our own time.

But who ever knew,

That his song will never rhyme with her delights.

Through the baked cake,

 She burnt her finger that was tied.

But this was another sweet cut,

That sabotaged her leftover life.

Even  in her worst days,

She didn't deserve this death.

Even in her good days,

She was never treated right.

So what is his life?

What is his pride?

To treat another girl,

Like she is his slave lying in his mary gold garden,

With her broken thighs.

Sleep crept in,

Awakening shatters her soul.

Cause this turmoil is, always new to be told.

Her hair are shaggy ,

Her looks are unlooked.

Before you start taking another girl for granted,

This one need to die for sure.

What is the best for him ?

And what would be the worst for her alone?

Is the thought they both need to leave,

Cause she is another human ,

Having a body Made up of  blood and bones.

Be like the star,

 in the solemn wind of dust and dance.

He told her every night ,

But never rescued her to make her free from this self sabotaging sight.

Who gave him the Power to overule her?

Choices or chances ?

When the World started seizing her Disparate heart,

To give her another novel start.

Bicker the basket of self hate,

She motivated herself to create.

Pride in her enigma,

And solitude in her ways.

No one looked up for her,

When he even started looking down at her .

She lost enough,

That she wanna cut her coffins to self hate pouring him with love

 Within the hateful history,

She created with her.

She wanna live the present,

With the sapient glory of well beloved vision.

But who would give her the power?

If she would keep herself aloof from the ride.

Who would choose her?

If she would keep herself locked inside the room, providing her no room?

So in the captivation of finding Who would?

She rode back to the places of her self pity solitude.

But she needed to captivate the refunded ground,

 at her will of her worst wound.

When no one  heaped back to lend her another hand,

She did it for herself.

Cause classics are not born to conquer the world,

Classics are created, to anchor the fated blood.

So in the will of finding another her ,

That lived within her.

She cried tears of dismal joy,

Because when he came back to her decoy.

She glared at him,

And saw his will.

But didn't speak another word,

Saying what she was before,

Has now become an illusion .

As her 'old her' has said to her,

That now it's time to perform a smart suicide and die,

Or she would be consumed and manipulated,

By another male who pretends to become the best lover ,

first ,finally planning her departure.

So she gave birth , 

To a new her.

A her that doesn't stay silent anymore,

A her that cannot be subjugated by the sweet talks.

A her that is stronger than it looks,

A her that question everything to Every one.

She founded her , "Her" , taking her time, 

But now  her "HER" has provided her this new serene way to make "her", her primary paradise to prioritise.

Leeza