The fallen pieces of mistic wind,
Left unheard, unspoken, vivid.
Thunders the heart of an ignorant soul,
Tattered by him, left in between.
She writes to let them know.

She's strong and beautiful,
Inside her heart lies, the distorted memories of her past life.
She foresees them and tries to caper away,
Dancing past the aloof barren space of her core.
She writes to let them know.

Broken but rehabilitating,
Coruscating amongst the brittle moments, oh so dark.
She tries to smile but she fails,
Imprisoned by your torments, still feels like a jail.
She'll grow stronger and stronger each day,
She writes to let you know.

Your beefy words she fell for,
You're protecting her, thats what she dwelled for.
Her life revolved around your words,
So timidly she obyed too.
She was the beeming, twinkling sunlight,
You tried to sieze her in the bottle of twillight.
She ruptured your ego, she left you oh no,
Thats why she writes,she writes to let you know.

She writes the verses of her broken soul,
The way you touched her, so impure.
She leaps for the sky, she lands on the stars,
And you my friend, can't reach even if you ask the heaven above.
You intoxicated her with false hopes,
So innocent, it was a trap, she fell for.

She writes after liberation, she writes to let you know.
Her atrocious memories down her life, fathoms and fathoms below.
Now she stands over the debris of your evocations,
Cause that's what she writes for.