The Worst Bleed

She was so detached from everyone,

 Least she cared about anybody.

 But as tables turn with the wings of time

 Feather grows to be able to take flight

 She now look forward to her screen time to time,

 Her heart pounds with every beep of notification.

 She has customized his tune,

 So that she can get rid of whatever she's doing

And just come rushing by.

 But with time she's left on read,

Ticking by, her heart goes a little to the darker side.

 With every short talk the more she glows the same

something aches in her at goodbyes.

 She would wait but her consoling was nothing but a sad smile now

 She does nothing but keeps a little less hopes

 She has stopped stepping on slopes

 Her face now does not lit up to things

 She now know that you can have cuts,

 From the 'time' which is in a constant race of speed

 That often leads to the worst bleed.