Beautiful Worlds

Fake lashes and thick mascara. Deep colours of eye shadows to complete it all. Red luscious and subtle sheer of a soft blush onto her cheek. A look in the mirror and that's all it is.

She steals. She lies. She cheats and she fights. She stole every sweet moment she could, in every moments of joy she felt in the presence of bliss. She lies in the arm of her loved ones and those pretended to be affectious forward her. Yet she embraced it all. She cheats, oh yes. She did cheat. She cheated death. And it was never once. She cheated death twice. God must have loved her more than she loved herself. She is also a fighter. She fights for those she loves, she fights for those in needs but never she fights for herself. A battle she never meet triumph is a battle she fights between her heart and mind. And so she hides. Under a beautiful masquerade, she hides all of her sweats, tears and exhaustions.

With the sweetest sins of her smile, she hide. For what they seen of her, externally is just a beautiful masquearde, smilling upon them all.

Never steal, lie, cheat nor fight.

Steal great moments with your loved ones. Lie in the arms of your loved ones. Cheat death for your loved ones. Fight for every right you own because of your loved ones.