In the eyes,sparkles the glistening stars
as the pieces broken in reality.
Those pieces of her heart ,her mind,her beauty and soul
scattered like that of a glass.
The world of hatred , envy , and sorrow
Drowning her in inevitable pain no one could borrow.
Lightening of those sharp dead words turning into scar
hurting her , those pieces of her heart.
She is sick with her dead corpse living in her soul,
she cant trick what all evil is going in her world.
Her innocent smile , words and thought ,
not allowed to breathe in this poisonous dust.
She cant survive with those pieces of her heart.
By forming all the imagination her little heart won,
but how could those fake pixie and that charming prince
could change her fate.
They all were ultimately gone …..
Still she pretends to hide those broken pieces of her heart ,
As she still believes in ….her hope travelling in her cart.