All Her Mess

“Guarded and secluded she confined to her own world, that’s when he came along and put order to all her beautiful chaos.”

She looks at others, laughing and genuine,

herself a mess, surrounding herself in ruin.

Betrayed and left, a dear father she earlier had.

Never recovered or even tried, all her part bad.

She cries like a kid, usually only during 3 am at midnight,

breaks down amidst a crowd now, despite a strong fight.

Dear ones don’t understand her rift with a proper smile,

unaware that she hasn’t been happy in a long, long while.

He said,” I don’t like girls who cry”, just like her father,

she wondered too hard, why should he even bother?

He loved under her gray skies, he always made her try,

try and smile, try and laugh, try and she could also be high.

She would snap and he’d let, she would yap and he’d let.

She would shut herself up, but that he would never bet.

She found somebody who loved her, and all her mess.

she wasn’t ever letting him go, he’s all she does possess.

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