Yet as the pain strikes her heart & being,
Her eyes tear up deforming her sense of seeing.
And as the wet tree sways to the music she plays,
She feels broken and she craves it be just a phase.
But her heart is of flesh and his is of wax,
Her emotions run wild while those he lacks.
And as the quiet pierces through her lonely sigh,
She is taken to a place where, solace just passes by.
The sky cries, yet again, and its tears keep rolling down,
But the pain, disappointment and anger resist to let go & drown…