Hello to everyone, whoever is passing by my blog or has paused his/her precious moment to check this post!
Today I'm sharing another of my work with you all... so, here we go!

The Fountain Girl that Stood Apart

She carries a fountain in her head, tied up all day.
Coming to the pillow she lets loose her love-in-tokiyo or some used-to clutchers and let it flow.

Words living stagnant without a blessed death to make them free, deeply buried within since light peeps out in the dark,
like a traffic waiting eagerly to the light to be turning green.

She opens her wounds one by one, caressing and ejecting.

She remembers her being teen, she remembers her folding ownself into an open book in the hands of friendly smiles and can-do-anything-for-you looks.

None has healed her wounds.
None will.

She's not a princess.
Maybe a desolate witch.
A cursed one.
Without her spells.
Left alone in her dismaying wretchedness to decay.

And yet
and yet
she has to pay for the more-than-enough love that she gets and deserves not.

She's stoppited being busy living.
She's paying her debts of love.
Debts of water of the fountain that she carries within her head.
And at the end, she lets her hat free and
so does she, with her black wires of thoughts, strangling her within

Letting it flow!

original poetry- @ushmil
Images via- lovepik

Attention!

Yes, the aforementioned word is everything that I'm seeking right now.
Only a bit of your attention by upvote, comment or resteeming my posts will encourage my writing even more.

Help me grow!

Steem on!
Thank you all, for sharing your time and thoughts with me!
Love, @ushmil