They called him the protector, the one to look upto
She ran away unable to meet his eyes.
The dimmed streetlights, the blurred world...
That memories never changed, she thanked God !
The path ahead she couldn't see, the road that she left
she hardly could recollect.
Yet splinters of it bled her eyes
Visions that could hypnotize.
Crippled she fell, broken beyond repair.
The moments that she cherished
now led her to despair
unsaid words now lay tarnished.
In the guise of a breeze it stormed.
The silent lament of a tricked soul
A permanent scar, a belief - now deformed
'The second' that lay etched like an ugly mole...
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