May Be Someday I Would Reborn

Trapped in sickening lies wonder where does this world belong?

Occupying lamenting hearts hit the threshold of agonies, 

Garland of rosemary gnarled her chest and jabbed in the pink-tinted lips.

A staggering mind craves more love and care,

Unceasing tears persuade an apology for the betterment of her heart,

Acrylic eyes implore the divine night within each whimper.

Heart happened to fall in love again,

But they failed every new time and faded with the smell of morning dews,

Foolish! Hearts don't understand tricky intelligent people.

The pains visible on peeled part of my sky cried yesterday, they told me how his love proved to be poisonous to my innocent and tender soul,

Death is alone a holy thing to survive the preponed tortures, but this will not be her end her soul would hover around the world,

Forgiveness to his betrayals wouldn't bring her some peace but a poem of happiness is believed to bring back hope to injuries threatening her pious heart.

Drifting winds crafted her dark lashes into a hollow vessel to hold the melted agonies and smiling regrets, 

The hard bones I once knew loved to sniff a fragrance of rose he well attired on his coat,

An ordinary wish in her core when she dies someday, Her heart would be reborn as poetry and echoing verses on inkless papers.

Opening the window of misery she made herself a little bit stronger,

Staring into the shadowy paths asked herself one more question, Did she really deserve this all?

The perils of love channelled through her veins discarded my questions until it entices my breath.

Heart calls to loneliness to be her saviour while thin fingers felt the sharpness in her growth when she herself reborn as poetry,

Overturned buckets of emotions scroll down into the heights and depths to rewrite herself melodiously,

Rhymes toned her soul immersing the forgotten memories.

Playing the game of life in a different way allows to spelt mixed emotions of survivors, 

Because eyes identified the scars they hide.