Her and Me!
Strangers or Estranged? The question in her head Casual and Mature! Cruel words he had said How quickly could he move on from her strong face? Spiralling out of life, how could she still be in haze? Charcoal grey was her favourite colour right after his storm Took her half a decade to fix the leaky roof and feel somewhat warm The terrorizer redeemed, a loving friend and more While she was boiled down, left to only be a whore How should she hide the scars and the screams? How many nights until again she finally dreams? I keep telling her, she's definitely better off alone She keeps asking me to buy her another wishbone! Broken by mere words and no actions of a man She couldn't even remember all the ways she'd ran Sitting besides her all night, I ask her to pandon Not him, not them but herself under all burden She begs me teary eyes every night to end her petty story Every night she cries and wails for mercy of erasing history 2 AM and we stay the same, awake and miserab...