Sounds of sweetness escaping her lips as she sings a lullaby
The smell of jasmine lingering in the sun room awaiting his arrival
Innocence reaching for escaped times when he loved her to the moon
A weak grip holds no trust deep in hollow eyes staring through hers
She gasps as the air gets heavy, rolling deep inside four walls closing into her soul
Abandoned embraces sketched in her memory when she loved him to the moon
Wishing stars shooting in the sun room awaiting his arrival, never to arrive
Her heart lay bleeding in innocence of what she thought was love
Reality shows itself of a cold sinister entity collecting hearts for show
Never intending to play his part
She sings a lullaby of melancholy tempo
In her soul