Vulnerable
One night a lady was pessimism.
There were skepticism in her head.
The man that she wanted so badly was acting strange.
After nine months she saw him with another woman.
He was before to her like starry sky.
Now she have to resigned to call him mine.
He was indifferent for the lady he was with for nine months.
As she was about to fall asleep she thought why sardonic my life has become.
Copyright © Homera Arefee | Year Posted 2010
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