Tears welling in my eyes,
Feeling it stung on my eyelids,
Coursing down my heart and soul,
The ache somehow still crushing unceasingly,
Desperation almost writing themselves around my face,
Sense of grievance lingering thoroughly,
Letting emotions ruled my senses,
Indeed all in vain,
My,
Strenuous mask crumbling abruptly,
Revealing that I'm emotionally fragile,
Resembling marooned at an isolated place,
Which out of anticipation of that so unfamiliar,
But,
Wishing there was one stood for me,
Lending her lukewarm palm,
As a gain for balancing my hurt soul,
Much indebtedness utterly owning by you,
Alas it's proving futile,
As,
There's always no one knew me better of well,
Which I wished almost for an ancient
