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flawed victory

I don’t know how it began
But i once saw few strands 
Of tears on a guy so sharp
I looked at his eyes, they could tear apart
Anyone he looked with that murderous glare
Which were nothing short of a death stare
But it was filled with sadness too
Thy guy who shouted out of blue
‘I will get you no matter what I have to do
For my love is so fucking true”
I saw him leave 
But I believed
That what he said he could achieve


On the same day I saw a girl as well
Same tear strands same sharp stare
But her stare was more cold than the guys
The stare which was devoid of life
And for some reason I knew 
That she had been severely skewed
In her heart up by some shit
And had lost every bit 
Of happiness she had 
And that she was about to be mad
The eyes so sad
Shit had to be fucked up bad
No hope, no light, I didn’t see them no more


How long has it been since I knew them?
Well i know them and what they have been
Through since that time 
When i saw them whine
Yes the one with the death stare 
And the one with hopeless glare
They are the idiots I am with now
And that makes me wanna bow
Down to them for facing shit and rising on
This is a long one so grab popcorn
Well back to the story, I say them fight
Even there was no hope in sight
The guy had been the shadow of light
And the girl, well she was a flower of life
One insane case
and one broken vase
No one thought that it would be for best
And now just look at their face
Happily married, dancing with grace
All the shits that  they face
Doesn’t even have any trace
You wanna know what the shit was?
Well in short it was the bars
Placed by the stereotypical society
That look deep love so lightly
And took pride in maintaining vain pride 
The society that kills happiness to strive
For an image protected for no reason
And that is the reasons for the collision
For hearts and the cause for the demise
Of love of many but these two idiots have survived
So now he is a proud husband- she his happy wife


Well to be honest they did made sense
To me atleast even though I am dense
Cause he knew mind and the way it works
He knew when to push and when to stop 
But he knew it cause he was a mess
A nut job a mental case 
Who had learned to handle himself through pain
She had a body so easily stained
Through the scars of life her thin frame
Which through diet was just maintained
But he was reckless moron, suicidal impulse
She was paranoid but not without any cause
You see she had issues within her physique
He calmed her, boosted her psyche
Then she showered him with care
A wildness and death impulse had been snared
Up by her trap of warmth
The ice inside his heart had been thawed
But she was also taken care of, insecurities sawed
And the hope so thin was brought
Back to the the full strength now restored
By a madman 
So oh damn!
They were perfect despite being fatally flawed
Now look at them I can’t not awwwwwww


Well this is how two broken people won the world
Who am i you may ask, I am the flaw
Within then one restored
Back to being the thing i was before
I turned dark and fell from grace
Now I too am healed no regret
Through them idiots a happy face…..


-Yakaa: Jujaan


#Murasakino_Hana


(Well I am gonna write a story of this as well but it will take some time as I am busy with two other projects. You can check them out here in  the link below



Project UDHARO

and

Project "The side character" )

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