Her heart's a forbidden garden,
Where love doesn't bloom anymore.
Hopes, that once used to feed on love,
Are all dying, their wings broken.
Patience that had once painted
Her sky with seven colours,
Is slowly fading away.

The place where he had
Once left his footprints,
Is where she has made a grave,
And thats where, six feet deep,
Lie her past, fears and secrets,
Punished to death,
For making her mourn and weep.

But thats all just tales,
That they repeat all day,
Not wanting to listen,
What her sewed lips could ever say.
For good, or for bad,
She remains a mystery till date,
Knowing, thats her fate.

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