She spends her nights,
Puffing away on her cigarette,
Vision clouded with the wetness of sorrow,
Sorrow, she carries in her heart.. for all the wrong reasons...
She gets out of bed every morning,
And stares down at those feet,
That carried her where she is now,
This far, at a crossroad, lost.. for all the wrong reasons...
That sweet looking face,
Hidden partially with locks falling over her eyes,
Her smile vanishing every now and then,
For she stands to fight within herself, for the rest of her life.. for all the wrong reasons....
She spends her afternoon, thinking,
...” tonight’s gonna be a good night”
She spends her happier days, fearing,
...”oh, seems a bad evening is in the offing”...
Vulnerable, to the ‘miracle’ called Love,
‘Miracle’ it is for sure,
For it made her loose her Self...
Made her loose her way, for all the wrong reasons.....
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Love, that she found, may be true,
But how could it snatch the composure, the strength,
Out of her mind,
And bring her close to wishing she were dead...?
Love, is a strength in itself,
It confers greater abilities in us,
Just that, she can’t blame anyone, gotta blame herself,
For messing with her own mind while treading on those roads of life.....
And let her feet carry her to that crossroad, for all the wrong reasons.......
