A Burnt Empty Soul
She’s blank, broken inside.
She is lost, lost in her thoughts, thoughts about him.
Her soul is bleeding, tears rolling down her cheeks, burning her soul even more on their way.
She sees him every night under the sky full of stars, the moonlight makes him look more beautiful. She sees him standing there... happy and engrossed in his surroundings, unaware of her brown eyes gazing at him with pure love and agony. Unaware of the broken heart and soul that he has in his grip.
She hears his melodic laugh, she listens to his angelic voice. She sees the gleam, gleam of joy in his eyes. This joy relates not to her. May he let her have it, the deprivation, makes the burn in her soul deeper.
She wishes if he could take his memories back like he doesn’t have hers.
But she knows, it is not possible. He’s gone, he took every happiness with him leaving her with a merely burnt empty soul.
Written by me & edited by Mr. Mishaikh.
P.S Thanks papa for your time and for making my writing look more neat and beautiful. ♥️
Comments
@SNR, That’s true. Thank you for your understanding comment.
Indeed, He is admirable! Thank You, SNR.
@Rose, THANK YOU, for your kind and beautiful words. I am glad you liked it. It’s honor to have a reader like you! ♥️
@Mishaikh, That’s an HONOR for me. I hope, I could be,one day, as perfect as you are in writing! Thank you SO much for your time.
@Anum, darling.. Thank you so much for your nice comments. THey mean a lot.
@Ramnord, I am glad that you liked it. Thank you.
@Bet, Thank you darling for your comment.
Hi, Roman. I hope so too. Thank you so much for always commenting.
@ELLA.... I AM SOOOOO SORRY.... I accidentally deleted your comment!!
I am SORRY!!!!!
Thank you so much.... For stopping by and droping a comment. It was very much appreciated. Thanks, love.
Dear Warda.
I am impressed how beautiful and emotional your words are.
Your words aren't words of a naive girl, they are mature words of a young woman, and created by a sensitive soul, and a loving heart.
I am looking forward to reading more from you.
Hey Warda
Your papa is reflecting from your writing.
Very charming!