She inked everything onto the paper,
Her dreams,her sorrows,
Sometimes even her bleeding heart
But he was like the leaf,
Floating away wherever the wind blew.
Her soul deserved more
Because her soul was a beautiful thing.
His love had killed her slowly,
Like venom crawling through her veins.
It drained her smile
It sucked out her strength.
Now she is pleased to have died that slow death.
'Cause she is revived today
She reawakened her dissolving self.
She brought life back into her soul
She repaired her fears.
Her scars faded .
She listens to that song with ease,
The same song which gave her a silent ache once
So she inked everything onto the paper.
Wrote this after talking to a friend who got divorced recently. Started thinking from her point of view and penned this down.
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