Her green eyes monsoonly leaks.
A flood of tears runs down her rosy cheeks.
From her vocal cords heartbreaking sobs.
From her soul purity a lover robs.
She is experiencing the down side of life.
Her hearts been stabbed by a two timing knife.
Her broken heart i try to comfort.
But all around the ambience is full of discomfort.
I leave her alone to lick her sores.
And pray that soon this lioness again proudly roars.
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Author:
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