Unnoticed
Didn't’t you notice the red mascara?
The bleeding heart disguised as a waterfall of emotions?
No one there to hear her whimpered commotions
Her wrists cry out in pure despair
Another moon felt urge done in dare
I guess her alleged notions give off her alibi of pure sanity
The first moments she looks in the mirror are her last moments of sheer vanity
Her hopes are as high as your intoxication of betrayal
The silent whispers dreadfully remind her of a life once failed
Midnight strikes and she weeps herself to sleep
Suddenly awoken by your thundering heartbeat
The lies embedded in your frightened eyes
Slowly tore apart her paper heart
Copyright © Nilam Vahora | Year Posted 2005
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