Her entrance was a song ,
Her movement was a movie.
Her hair that were long ,
Are now short and curly.
Her smile that could offer anyone help,
But now why she's like that she needs it herself.
Her eyes which when looked could make anybody speak ,
Are now so quiet like they have fallen from the peak.
I could make out from her face ,
At only one glance .
That she needed space ,
And only one chance.
Her smile was fake ,
But as pretty as it was.
But as you know ,
Her eyes didn't corporate.
They told many untold story ,
Like she's got pain wholesale .
But happiness was the dowry ,
That her husband refused to take.
She seemed to be happy from outside, but as I told her eyes were quiet .
She saw me with shame and guilt ,
For breaking the trust that we build,
When were together ...
For being with him together.
I guess she's now regretting ,
For breaking me then.