Her eyes were poetry, he found her soul within the pages .
Something existed between them, something with no name. People called it love !.
In time, He took the sun from her, left the rain – it beat the ground and wrote how she felt,
She found Poison in the fold of the hidden letters ..
Lypophrenia sets in !,
She dusted her life for fingerprints, there’s no part of her he hadn’t touched.
Not knowing she was innocent made her guilty!
Confined in the dark room, it’s the only place where she’s not pretending to be anything but herself !
With her bones stained with sorrow,
With tears that blinded her,
And a love that buried her,
She drew her life on a blackboard with a black chalk.
When all she wanted was laughter and kisses and love and me !