Tears keep flowing
Yet she tries to smile.
She wipes them off
Like they are dirt,
A disrespect to herself.
Whose shoulder should she cry on?
Whose hand should she hold?
Who will hold her
Tight enough
To not let her fall?
Has she become
A mere toy
For infatuation and all?
Why is her love
Always put through a test?
Why cant she, for once,
Get the one she desired too much.
When all these questions
Came in her head
He came walking
Like a prince, he came.
He fought all her problems
With the sword, he hold.
He gave her, his shoulder,
And held her
Tight enough.
He took her hand
And wiped off her tears.
He stood there with her
As her prince
And her dear.
She felt like flowers
Bloomed again.
The grey sky smiled
And changed to blue.
Everything felt beautiful again
Everything was clear.
There is someone
Who�¢ï¿½ï¿½d care
When she cries.
There is someone
For who she isn�¢ï¿½ï¿½t a mere toy.
There is her prince
Who�¢ï¿½ï¿½d love her
All his life.
