Living in her own dark world,
where colors were none;
With words rather intense
n' her wine glass making sound much louder...
Her drawer full of memories had the same old stories...
of the passionate kisses;
of the secret embraces;
of the loud music;
n' the fast pace; real fast pace!
She waited to be conquered;
n' be won by just 'one'!
At the cost of losing herself,
forever...somewhere...
Where fears existed none.
Soon...
It started to pour in deserts.
Her desert-like heart!
But she wanted no fears, she had her own.
She could have surrendered, hearing
the words of his song.
That became her story...
N' he would serve her with sweetness.
But...
She chose to lie on the soil...
n' hear the planet's heart beating.
'cause she couldn't hear her own!
She was no unusual or atypical.
She was you!
She was me!
Just he knew her a li'l more...
While she burnt the bridges,
she became conscious she had wings.
Nevertheless..
She was lost in myriads of dark shadows...
n' that was her only lovely world!
--G
