With a kind of person she was...

The tears made a ocean, 

salty, sad, sweet, sensible and sensitive very senselessly.

It was lonely, dark, deep and cold....

in slumber there was there, her mind.

I whispered 'you are lonely there? ' 

she shouted ' well I am happy here and bit cold.'

Shall I dry up these tears, so that for you to be out here?

Well either ways I won't be a new person, said she! 

With smiles she says, 

Once in for all I choose to close my doors... 

Forgive me, 

Forget me,

Farewell to me... 

All broken but beautiful smiles she bears, 

She whispered 'deepest down beneath the layers I am happy to be here! '