A Lost Soul

Just like a withering rose

Or maybe as an empty prose

She wanders aimlessly in search of peace

Wondering since when did destiny become such a tease

Passers-by hawk shamelessly at her disheveled state

A few take her as a victim of a cruel fate

Nobody bothers to search for what once was a pretty face

Of her older life, she shows not one trace

For, once she had known how to love

For, once she used to be known as a little dive

Now she knows those were dreams she was never meant to see

Now she knows happily ever after was never meant to be

Today she is just a shadow of a lost soul

The beating heart is now a gaping hole

Do not ask her if her beautiful past

For her reply will be, nothing ever lasts.