The Lovesong Writer

Hurt,
That’s all she could feel right now.
Disappointment,
Clearly reflected in those haunted eyes of hers.
She has already been through so much in life,
Do they have to provoke her some more?
Again and again she has been sold out,
Betrayal of her trust over and over again.
Her only escape out has been taken away from her now,
So how does she end it all?
Her innocent masquerade has been crashed,
Her mask of lies and deception has been founded out;
By those people who are supposed to care for her.
But why does she still want to keep up the pretence?

7:38 pm;
Still waiting for you-