Does she have to blame..destiny or God?
Who knows where she’s lost.
She’s strong indeed, but
does she have to face defeat?

has a quiet place on the terrace, yet
it turned into a grave of furnace.
Beneath the dark sky,
she only asked for her memories to die.

But fate wasn’t hers at all.
A nightmare, she thought, as she bawled.
She found herself living in everlasting fire;
her heart wrenched in quagmire.
She stitched her eyes
not ready to believe the lies.

*SHE*

he loves me, he loves me not.
im not your ************* flower &
i have no more petals to be picked. 


c.f.