Beautiful as young love

Is the beauty of her face

But the chaos inside her

Kept the secrets engraved.

So perfect she wore the hopes

Without a pause on the top.

But she could not feel the wings on her

Though she wanted to fly.

May be it's the fading spark

And just another day of black

Covering every inch of her soul.

She is trying

But good things take time.

Finding the warmth and the dark thoughts

His hands wrapped his mug of coffee.