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The One

 


In search of "the one," you cast your nets wide,
Yet countless hearts lie shattered, tossed aside.
You wear the mask of charm, a gallant knight,
But behind the smiles, you thrive in the night.

You come as a coward, cloaked in deceit,
Taking trust like a thief, leaving shadows of defeat.
With whispers of love, you lead us to believe,
But when it’s your turn, it’s us you deceive.

You point your fingers, saying we’re to blame,
For the scars and the wounds, for the heartache and shame.
In your fragile world, you stand so tall,
Yet it’s us who pay, as you let us fall.

You risk our health with every careless touch,
Your empty promises—do they mean that much?
But we are not pawns in your twisted game,
Our worth isn’t measured by the hearts that you claim.

So here's the truth, let it echo and rise:
We’re not your mistakes, nor your alibis.
With every wound, we gather our strength,
Transforming our pain into courage at length.

Your shadow may linger, but we are the light,
No longer the victims, we’ll stand up and fight.
We’ll reclaim our power, write our own story,
For in the ashes of hurt, we’ll find our own glory.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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