Forlorn

Sitting on her workplace, Finishing up the work, Everything is sort out, But still have some jerks.... Everything is planned & fixed, But her heart is still missing its one beat, She walks out from the office on busy street, But still she is lonely even when someone meets... Riding her car on that highway, Eyes are on road but mind is on its way, Roads are empty but her problems, laden, Why can't she gets it which is hidden... Something is scratching her inner skin, Even after, every close person, she wins, she knows everyone likes her, her talks, But sometimes, some talks gives severe shocks.... Her heart is used to it from a long time, But still there is a limit of these slaying lines, She is not bad to anyone for sure, But it really hurt when loved ones are not pure... Heartbeat skips when he use slaughtering words, He is her life, still wants her to stand on that sword, For his happiness, she can jump on that sword, His words always tear her loving small world.... Suddenly she wakes up from deep thoughts, As she reaches her home, all the way naught, Everyone is here but still she is so lonesome, Dishearten, scratched, drown in gruesome.....