No, you will never know her unless you peek inside her soul. You will never understand her unless you are willing to open up your heart a little bit. You will never have her unless you are willing to lose yourself.
She , who suffers the most, is an epitome of beauty. Her heart is gold but people accidentally made it cold. The warmest glare that she used to give is now a burning fire of rage. But no, you will never know her unless you are willing to surrender yourself.
She, who is lost in love, is now slowly gaining her strength. She, who made it to her sleep, is now waking up with another story on her sleeve. She, who cries the most, is now trying to make another fancy smile until she makes it perfect.
Life has given her the worst yet she is turning each day like an interesting story from a movie. No, her heart is the strongest. Her mind is the wildest. Don't get me wrong, I know her more than anybody else in this world. We lived in the same city. We share the same story. And to make it epic, we share the same identity.