new doll

her smiles hide her fears

as her hair hides her scars

her facade falling apart

make belief no more 

her world , was not hers

a gift it was , her love

her love? never was hers

a gift it was, her life

her life ? never was hers

all gifts showered 

because someone let go

make belief no more

her world, was not hers

new doll to replace the pain 

new doll to tame the sadness

new doll to fill the void

her facade fall apart

her life was not hers

from start

fear

i shirk from writing verses now.. i donot know what to write...if i write about sadness, im filled with grief..happiness is not something i can ever make peace with . when i keep asking myself what i want , i fear from listening to my answers... love or the loss of it makes you a tragic person.. maybe love does not matter in the end, i fear my own hypocricies , i fear my own dungeons and such nights when i want to cry..i pity myself , i make my own choices , 
i fear my fingers stop at every word, i fear to hurt so many , but i fear too hurt myself most i am bleeding, but my tears, like my words and blood have become to thick am i closing up on myself, letting fear breed on my pain love or the loss of it has made me tragic indeed i fear my own fallacies and my malice i fear my demons may burn down castles of dreams my fears will suck my soul out ....