Reyna

for her..

Resting her aching soul,

On the comforting silk of the sofa,

With her dishevelled state of mind,

Watching the time flow through her hands like sand,

Faintly holding onto the glistening sense of relief in a stranger's eye,

Alone in a crowded room,

She cries bittersweet tears of nostalgia,

Of the days where,

She once was a quiet princess,

engulfed in her thoughts,

silently wishing on shooting stars and eyelashes,

holding hands with her furry friends,

she would sit with her feet dangling in the soft lake beneath her,

now,

truth be seen,

that princess flew with her mighty dragon,

what is left now,

is a myriad and intricate work of skeleton and flesh,

With faint whisperings in her head,

calling her names,

which made her fall deeper into the hell hole of her creations.