How intensely did he love,
That he could never forget her?
He saw her in the unwrapped token of love..
Oh God..
She can never be good enough..
Sigh..she tried..
But then..
There is a thing called 'first love'..
Nothing is the same after that..
She will be,
But a cloud in the sky,
That belongs to the moon.
Totally..
As they laughed together,
Aloud,
The wine glass snapped,
In her fingers..
Jealous..
As he shared a secret with her,
She smiled but bit her lip..
Possessiveness..
Lonely in a crowd
Dressed in the green of envy..
Crimson on her lips and fingers..
She wondered..
Whether she is the luckiest,
Or the loneliest?
The queen or,
Just a shadow?
A dream or,
A reality?
Intense emotions
Of happiness,
Leave her sad and insecure
She thought..
A fool,
She didn't know her worth..
Earlier she said, 'You are lucky to have her,
and he laughed..she laughed with him..
The secret was a surprise planned just for her..
He and her friend
Were all about her
But
She and her mind
Kept drawing
Heart churning conclusions..
As he held her hand
And the fingers entwined
She smiled
A glow beaming straight from her heart..
How she wished
She could lock him inside her heart..
How he wished
They could together fly away...
