"This is a poem, about a Girl with a broken heart left alone, memories recalls yet, the imperfectness of the man she loved, left her life found only miserable, this girl is none than a Friend of mine"
Her Broken Heart.
She lays her head on the pillow
Finding difficulty to ease her tears
Not wanting to let her past compels-
For her memories, causing heartache;
Like holding a pain of bitter blue scars. . .
Trying to make it right within self
She wanted to be alone to breathe
A little fragile though, without her man
Even so, packed imperfect on that man
Still, she doesn’t want him to leave. . .
She’d believed him as her soul-mate
Dreamt him her wish granter in life; for,
Everything she’d need and wish was him.
But, he left the scars for her to grieve;
Across her heart, and refused to stand,
When she weeps at night all alone-
Reminding her the way they enjoyed dancing
Beside, the innocent rain falling down
Outside where, they embraced with warm
Kisses; longing the desire to be togetherness
Evermore,
Yet, she now left alone in twilight zone
Sadness all over, crying her soul. . .
Finding only the vainest things, parts
Except death comes in sudden not,
For she fear to move in mute motion
As her restless spirit in melting pulp
Upon her cheek, while her teary gem falls
From the memories that passes her eyes
Through; when pictured the unfaithful entrusted
Lover, she once had committed her life,
None can knows, she cried ‘her broken heart’
Yet, this love for her; locked herself-
Torn to pierce with fierce view,
Left her heart oozing to despair sorrows
For that man reason the murderer of her joy.
You have captured the heartbreak feelings of your friend well. I do hope she one day moves past this pain.
Deja vu on this one. A very well penned write !