She was a Writer..She wrote

In the loneliness of her room, she laughed until she could cry

There were none to wipe her tears,so eventually they dried

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

She felt her lips and remembered, how his passionate kisses felt

She glided her hands on her cheeks, Imagined his touch when she would meet

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

She touched her waist and thought, how he would grab her that fast,

The memory of their first date was fresh, she wanted to forget her last

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

His hands had the warmth, no fire could suffice

She couldn’t believe how alike he was and so very nice

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

He made love to her and she would blossom, like a flower towards the fresh dew

She would freeze the moment and hold back time if only she then knew

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

She wants to now put the pieces back, complete the puzzle of life

Somehow the pieces are missing now, leaving her in pain and strife

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

She has since forgotten how to smile, he took the last of her joy

But he gave her memories to last a lifetime,

Only with her, he turned from a Man to a Boy

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

The knock on the door brings her back, to the current state of life

Somewhere the Man her soul loved, must be thinking of her too.. beside his wife.

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.

 

She forces a smile wishing it wasn’t true,

The colors of her Life, now Black, White and Blue..

Inside into her million pieces she broke…

Outside she was a Writer, she wrote.