She can count the restless days
And the nights of wet pillow,
With closed eyes, but awaken ,
She pretended to be so sleepy.
And in the middle of those dark nights,
She used to wake up puzzled and lost,
Breathlessly, She used to search her phone
Hoping for text or call from someone
When she regain her consciousness
She was alone with her wet pillow
Tomorrow She’ll became free
Like a white dove flying in the blue sky
everyone looked up to see her
And they saw how beautiful you were!
She did everything to get some “Love”
All she get more humiliation in return
What will She do with these feelings
That are trapped so deep inside
That fill her inner “Soul”
Possessed by the your ruthless words
What will She do with her honesty
With faith and all her believes
When all that’s left is an emptiness
And a soul that’s truly grieved.
I suppose that’s what “She” faces at night
“Holding a pillow wet with tears.”