Hey girl,
I know you are hurting,
But you will forget everything,trust me.
When you step into the mandap,
You will forget the boys that stepped on your heart.
As he slides the ring on to your finger,
You will forget all the slashes on your wrists.
The burning flames won't remind you of all the photos you burnt,
It will stand for love, for marriage.
As you go to work, to that beautiful restaurant you own,
You will forget those who said,
"Good she can cook, she has at least one quality of a housewife".
Your books, published everywhere,
Will once and for all,
Diminish those voices,
Asking you what your 'real' profession is.
As you have pillow fights with your kids,
You will forget your tear stained pillows.
It won't matter that the coffee brown eyed boy didn't love you back,
That everyone who hugged you made you flinch,
And that you couldn't protest,
You couldn't raise your voice.
The accusations, the name calling,
**** ***** cheat,
It won't matter,
Nor will the license test that you failed,
Or the presentation where you fainted.
My dear girl,
You will turn into a butterfly,
The caterpillar that you were,
Won't matter.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
Hey girl,
I know you are hurting,
But you will forget everything,trust me.
When you step into the mandap,
You will forget the boys that stepped on your heart.
As he slides the ring on to your finger,
You will forget all the slashes on your wrists.
The burning flames won't remind you of all the photos you burnt,
It will stand for love, for marriage.
As you go to work, to that beautiful restaurant you own,
You will forget those who said,
"Good she can cook, she has at least one quality of a housewife".
Your books, published everywhere,
Will once and for all,
Diminish those voices,
Asking you what your 'real' profession is.
As you have pillow fights with your kids,
You will forget your tear stained pillows.
It won't matter that the coffee brown eyed boy didn't love you back,
That everyone who hugged you made you flinch,
And that you couldn't protest,
You couldn't raise your voice.
The accusations, the name calling,
**** ***** cheat,
It won't matter,
Nor will the license test that you failed,
Or the presentation where you fainted.
My dear girl,
You will turn into a butterfly,
The caterpillar that you were,
Won't matter.
