When he said
"You rarely smile with me,
You always turn to me blue,
But you talk so long
And happy when your friend call.
Doesn't that irritate me?"
She just turned to him
With tear drops on cheek
And with ocean in eyes,
With thunders in mind.
Her friend then told him
"The rare times when she
Smiled with you
Was then when you talk good of her.
You saw her flaws,
Told her to change.
You saw her blue
But ignored her grey.
You expected her shine
But you covered her with dark.
If you would have left her
With what she is,
Or do to her
What you expect from her,
She might not have even
Touched the phone
When you were beside."
Now, he turned to her
With tears in heart
And question marks in eyes
While her ocean poured out
With weight of the arrow
That pierced his heart.