Dagger of words twisted in her heart.
Hard to heal and the pain is worse.
Trickling drops of red
Falls on her broken hope.
She wishes to elope
Yet bounded by duties
Can't do away with those
Who made her what she is?
She lost her love, her heart is parched
Revival doesn't seems to work.
Solutions she searches
Hoplessness she gets.
No hands to caress her 20s cheeks
No embrace to let her dry her eyes
No shoulder to let her lean her heavy head
No kisses to wash away her agony.
She needs rest
Finds blankness even in happiness
Her liveliness is a sugar coated lie.
Don't fall for that facade.
She doesn't know whom to give her heart.
For its already broken into million parts
Romance is not the reason always
That ruins a smiling heart
But burnt out candles suffers even more despair
As they can't be lighted again.
