Scripted By Her

When she isn't around,

To find the rain more beautiful,

And the sound of peace so ethereal,

The fragrance of roses in her garden,

The lamps light falling on the ground,

Now couldn't create a shadow of a lonely her 

Love you, bye 

Was his prettiest scheme,

The reflection of his betrayal scream,

Her heart lives in crimson silence,

Yet eyes dreams and oozing ignorance.

A heart on healing,

With scars of lies lips sealed,

It all started with a smile but ended,

Shedding of tears of a broken heart,

Hard to die with pieces apart.

Can anyone hear her?

She is at peace,

Seeking holy sunshine,

Breathing in the blue-sky light.

Strings of memories hold him to her,

Within the bends and high on her porcelain heart,

Vanishing smoke laid down those heartaches after her aftermath,

Mourning sunrise shamelessly snapped a picture of her in tears,

Lonely alone the heart cried on hardest loss,

Evening requiems never dared to subside the living pains,

Dead petals around embellish the graveyard yet to be dug out.

Seeping tears, 

Emptying with care,

Pieces left evaporate in air,

Voices of past nowhere gone,

Lyrics of life faded up them all,

The unlit scars vanish permanently,

Smile on lips guided the prolonged journey,

Untied ties sink through the seas,

Heart finally made to the paradise beyond.