Another lonely night went past,
with the same old agony at last,
she retired to bed at four,
waiting for someone who had a cure.
Her life is no longer the same,
she,now,doubts if the promises were lame.
She often complains loosing her worth,
when he keep mum like a tot at birth.
For he has nothing to say,
as the circumstances pave the way.
He is aware of her pain within,
she conceals,but he knows what's hidden.
A bond as this,is a house of clay,
a single wave can ruin the play.
Your Palace of dreams has no other trick,
contribute together,brick by brick.
No world is perfect as in a reel,
even a cart cant move with a lesser wheel.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
Another lonely night went past,
with the same old agony at last,
she retired to bed at four,
waiting for someone who had a cure.
Her life is no longer the same,
she,now,doubts if the promises were lame.
She often complains loosing her worth,
when he keep mum like a tot at birth.
For he has nothing to say,
as the circumstances pave the way.
He is aware of her pain within,
she conceals,but he knows what's hidden.
A bond as this,is a house of clay,
a single wave can ruin the play.
Your Palace of dreams has no other trick,
contribute together,brick by brick.
No world is perfect as in a reel,
even a cart cant move with a lesser wheel.
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