#lyricsToTheTuneOfEmotions

A Parchment not read but Felt   It’s been a year and more Close enough than no one before the blanket knows the tell tales Night time whispers, silent stares Adored you and cared for bared it all, hundred and eighty afar present is the day singing the tale of mockery I am a scarlet to your dark's and merry for the milk white, brown is a misfit warm the bed but not thy heart the list is long, I am last and a scar top it all, the maiden in pink residing afar proud maiden does know I am a sidekick a play toy with its expiry date mark on the doorstep seems to knock the day I’ll be pushed in the dumpster bay oh! Thought it will be different this once not my color and edges but me I wished a dance with his heart in it a parchment not read but felt -Khushi

A tale of fanaticism and plight.... I tried to pull away from the drain to harness all the endless passion it was a stripped soul locked in a hole she held her existence worthy of none amidst attractive flowers and enchanting sparkle each with a worth of diamond thousand she held memories of numerous vacationer who did halt at the hole for a petite hour and soon did elope for a pretty blossom whilst their stay, each created an illusion chimera in which she was his darling irony , she was just a tool of his lollygag prior to adorning new pathways they all mocked her for her scars her birth  was described as a blunder pitying the passion which fashioned her she did dread the glare, she feared an exchange in heart she had envisioned , herself a pest of grunge An explicit tale I consider, she sang before she left it was a blissful account  of  a traveler who did wait those were the days for her of a cheerful gala her heart was content  f...