She cried for an hour (or so) like a baby hungry,
Her swollen eyes, messy hair told me a different story.
Her heart was full, words sketchy,
She couldn’t understand her pain. Oh my poor Baby!
She tried not to unfurl those dark colours of the past,
A life that she fought alone and wished never to last.
Mellow dreams, willow memories of a faded friend,
She cried and cried thinking why did it end?
Poor baby, don’t cry why do you shed tears?
Her heart full, words sketchy and eyes scared.
She said “I feel the pain in the wilderness of my heart”
Poor Baby! Don’t cry even the wild inspires.
Life dazzles, life hands, you fall, you crawl, you walk.
But those smeared eyes told me a different story.