She’s gone; she felt her when she left
It was dreadful for her
It was a feeling of helplessness
She cannot see her eyes cry anymore
She could discern the pain in her eyes when she left her; there were dire screams in the abyss of her soupy heart. Yet, she could have stayed for the sake of her love, she said.
She pleaded, ‘I’m leaving you pale, as colors hurt.’
You are my happiness, she replied,
And she said, ‘what about the pain that you hide?’
Pain has not shattered you this time; It isn’t making you any dime
It has changed the way you believe in love and magic
You ready to take everything tragic
It has molded you so much with pain that you are losing yourself like insane.
‘I should leave, she said
‘I cannot stop her leaving,’ she said this to herself
She only cried graving her screams, could feel the snatch of soul,
she’s not with her anymore
‘If I find love again, will you come back?’ That’s what you said last time as well. This time it’s too late.
She’s gone; she felt her when she left.